When it comes to weekend adventures, Jim, Roli and I are creatures of habit. Despite the fact that we’ve easily got hundreds of choices within a 30 minute radius of our home, we tend to stick to the same handful of places.

As the weekend draws near, I sometimes think, “Maybe we’ll be adventurous and try something new this weekend.” And sometimes we do… but for the most part, we gravitate towards a familiar trail in a spot we love. Lucky for us, we have about half a dozen “old familiars” to choose from.

This weekend, we visited one of our go-to spots yet again and I realized why we keep going back. Aside from a few animal tracks, the fresh snow was completely undisturbed for most of the walk. We were the first people there and on our own for the whole time. Apart from the crunching of our own snowshoes, it was quiet and peaceful… our own little escape from civilization.

Although the path and destination were familiar, it looked totally different than the last time we’d been or the time before that. In fact, every time we go, it changes. Not just with the seasons, but week to week. Guess that’s what keeps us coming back…

What do you prefer…familiar territory, novel adventures or the best of both worlds?