Merry Christmas

I wish you all lovely Christmas.

Thank you to everyone who follows my adventures. If I didn’t say it before, I want to inspire and encourage you to live a life of adventure. Does that mean you have to be a mountaineer? Heck no! If it fills your soul, then please go do it. And then tell me about it because I really want to know.

Hugs from Canada!

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36 comments on “Merry Christmas
  1. Merry Christmas…. Have a magical one… ☺️☺️🙂

  2. Merry christmas dear🎉🎊🤶❤️

  3. Merry Christmas and happy New year

  4. Angela says:

    Wishing health, happiness and lots of new adventures! Merry Christmas!

  5. Merry Christmas! Have a great day 😊

  6. Paquerite says:

    Thank you so much for your beautiful energy, and positive mind !!
    It’s a gift for us
    Merry Christmas to you and your family, full of love !!
    Corinne from France

  7. Merry Christmas to you and yours. We finally got some snow in Toronto yesterday evening and I can’t wait to bust out my snowshoes!! Enjoy the rest of the holidays.

    • alisendopf says:

      Lucky you! A friend lives north of you, and sent photos of all the snow at the lake. Looks gorgeous! So happy you got a white Christmas. And yes! Bust out those snowshoes! Looking forward to the photos.

  8. Merry Christmas! Thank you for inspiring us.

  9. the mouse says:

    Merry Christmas 🎄💚

  10. Kally says:

    “Christmas is not a time nor a season, but a state of mind. To cherish peace and goodwill, to be plenteous in mercy, is to have the real spirit of Christmas.” ~ Calvin Coolidge

    May you have a wonderful and beautiful Christmas with your loved ones.

  11. SAM VOELKER says:

    And a happy Christmas and holidays as well Allise~!

    I have been meaning to write to you about your posts, in a way they are not about your main interest but in another they might interest you of what went before.

    Your post interest me in a way you may have not realized and may find unusual. You see the places you often mention, I knew a long time ago, in a different and more primitive way, at a time when many of those places you mention had no people of interest at all except for us earth scientist and native trappers.

    You see as a young geophysicist I was transferred from the sunny South of Texas into those “wilds”. My base office was in Fort McLeod, where I would spend my “off time”, but I spent many months, mostly in the winter, up above Calgary and Edmonton .

    The WhiteCourt road was very primitive and in many places ceased to exist after the spring thaw, when the muskeg melted exposing huge boulders where the road was supposed to be, but I traveled it all the way to the end several times, way up into the Northwest Territories where the only other human life were the Native trappers and wild life~!.

    As a Southern boy I had learned to skate on ice while in school in California, but did not have the natural intrinsic skill of skiing that is seen up north. However being a person of determination and stubborn motivation, I found a (very used) pair of old time wood skis. I ground a groove in the heels of my work boots to turn them into “ski boots”. and with lots of wax, and the help of friends, who pulled me behind a four wheel drive vehicle, with me (AKA water skiing), “skiing behind” in the snow filled bar ditch. Thus I tried to overcome and negotiate the constraints of skiing~!….. but I learned only a little on how to completely negotiate the slopes on those old long skis…..

    Ha, I told you that this was different~! Unfortunately I never had the pleasure of becoming much of an expert skier, because after that winter my next assignment took me to the hot wild jungles of South and Central America, then to the sands of the Sahara and other tepid to hot zones. Only returning to the Northwest states of the US years later, after I had a wife and family. But in between I did have the fun of “snowboarding” on the sands of the Sahara~!

    However you bring back to me memories of Alberta, British Colombia, and Saskatchewan, her people, the beauty, with so many thoughts of those long ago friends. The early spring Pike fishing in places such as Lake Athabasca, Lac La Ronge and above, only reached by float planes back then, her mountains, her prairies, muskeg deep enough to swallow up a truck, so beautiful, yet dangerous, which are no longer as I knew them back in the 50’s. So I do enjoy all of your post, bringing back those memories both happy but at times also a kind of nostalgic sadness~! I also fine your writing much akin to my own life and thoughts.

    YOU MIGHT ENJOY READING THIS ONE

    https://mcouvillion.wordpress.com/2020/03/02/another-cool-cat/

    SAM

    • alisendopf says:

      Hello Sam!
      Thank you so much for taking the time to write and to share your stories. Yes! I am very interested. You are one brave soul to be travelling in northern Canada … in the winter … in the 1950s! It must have been a magical and wild experience, so different from what you grew up with. My- step-dad is American, and after he moved back to the states he would often regale me with stories of derring-do while stomping around the wilds of Canada.

      I see that you have travelled the world. A geologist is a fantastic way to work, travel and explore. Many of the early guides in Canada were also geologists. My friend Ferdl Taxbock was a geologist, and was called upon to climb Mt Logan as part of his job. Not bad!

      I think you have lived a charmed life, being able to travel and explore as you have. I am glad that I have evoked fond memories for you, and I do appreciate you sharing. I can just see you on those long wooden skis!!!

      Blessings, and a wonderful 2021 to you Sam.
      Hugs from Canada, Alisen

    • alisendopf says:

      Hi Sam
      I read your Cool Cat story and poem. I tried to comment on your site, but there was no spot. Perhaps the comments were turned off? Anyhoo – it is SO hard to believe that horse was the only way to travel in the 1950s!!! It doesn’t seem so far ago, but yet it is a world apart. Now it’s nothing to whip down to Ft. Macleod. Thanks for sharing your stories and helping us to remember that it really was the Wild West, and not that long ago too!
      Alisen

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