Saturday was our last day in Canada. It was a long day that got off to a bad start and got worse before it got better. The complexities of the day were so great that I need to share them in three separate blog posts. There simply is too much to tell to cram it into [...]
Tag: Wakefield
The road taken…
Today is our last full day at the cottage. As is so typically the case with vacations, the days seem to fly by. Hence, this is our last trip to Tim Hortons – the coffee shop we have visited for our daily hour long sabbaticals. I will miss my daily iced caramel cappuccino and the [...]
Nature and nurture…
If you were to ask me if I camp, I would issue my standard reply – “I enjoy nature, but for me it is a day trip.” I need the modern conveniences in life – a cozy bed, a warm shower, morning coffee, electricity, and some semblance of protection from the wild things. And yet, [...]
Raccoon – 1; Mike – 0.
Mike missed the spider episode and was thereby allowed to maintain some dignity, but that fell to the wayside when he had a close encounter of his own. The only close encounters the females at the cottage have suffered with thus far are mosquito encounters. These encounters, while an annoyance, are hardly worth discussing further [...]
Murder House…
When folks say they are “off-the-grid” I assume they are out of the reach of mankind via technology. I am with my whole clan at a remote lake cottage in Canada (just outside Wakefield, Quebec) and while we are not officially “off-the-grid” we are hanging precipitously by our fingernails. We have no cell service. That [...]
Au revoir Alpengruss
Today we head back through Ottawa to Syracuse and we say a final farewell to the Alpengruss. Actually it is more an au revoir. We may someday revisit the Alpengruss, but I surmise it will not be the same. You see, Ruth and Wolfgang are selling the Alpengruss after running it for 24 years. In [...]
Just because you can, doesn’t mean you should.
I officially gave up trying to learn French at the end of last week. My new goal is to learn Canadian. I have been listening intently to speech patterns and polishing up my “eh” usage. I think I am improving dramatically with each passing day. But yesterday the group of French telecommunication workers that stayed [...]
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