The only scenic photo I took in the mountains of Quebec in 2008.
It was foggy, and the bus was going fast despite the slick roads. (Quebecois drivers, you know?) Despite the lack of photos, everything is imprinted in my memory. Despite everything being imprinted in my memory, I long to return to the forests outside Chicoutimi, le ZEC Mars-Moulin, and even that ghastly cold lake.