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This morning we're off to upstate New York (state) for two nights. It's supposed to be a super-nice weekend: sunny and warm(ish). I'm looking forward to some "leaf peeping," though the peeping is pretty great right out my window in the parc.

Having grown up in California and Hawaii, I'm sort of used to everything 'else' being North and/or East of me. This can make living in Montreal a little disorientating at times as I still think of going to, say, New York or even Washington D.C, as "heading back east" or "up North."

I also have an odd reaction when people talk about winters in Chicago or Buffalo -- I think "brrrrr! I couldn't never manage living in a place that got that cold!" I mean, sure, Montreal may get down to that magic number where both fahrenheit and celsius are the same (minus 40 if you're wondering), but that's got to be a different kind of cold. Or something.

So today I'm looking forward to seeing fall colors in the northeast, despite the fact that we have 5 hours of southwesterly driving ahead of us.