I think it was day two of Ava’s wee life that Brett began musing about the Canadian ski marathon. Bill had taken Brett when he was young, and he would do the same with his little mighty mite(s).
Every February, crazy Canadians gather in Gatineau to tromp through the forest for kilometres and kilometres – the least sane, spending the night outside comforted only by a bale of hay and a sleeping bag.
After a couple of winters watching Ava non-nonchalantly peddle about on her skis, Brett decided this was the time. They would endeavour to complete one 15-kilometre segment of the 160 km marathon. He packed like a demon and prayed for good weather. And of course, Ava was a champ, yet again.