I grew up in Ainslie from about five years old and so the classic, old-volcano, Mount Fuji-type shape of Mount Ainslie has always been a big part of life. As children we had the comfort of the aircraft signal light on top of Mount Ainslie slowly flashing red and green outside our bedroom windows and by day, a steady flow of Mount Ainslie lovers, making their way up the mountain. Nothing is more beautiful than a large, yellow moon slowly rising behind this mountain.
Tricia
