Pretty dramatic title for a post on our little mini-break up North, huh?
Well, it fits. Like a glove. But before I get to the little fuckers that tried to do me in these last 5 days (no, not my kids), let me begin by saying that we really had a great time. There was a tiny bit too much rain, and not enough beer, but the company was good, the water was warm, and I slept in until 9:30 EVERY morning! Yay!
Chris’ grandparents are truly adorable, and I love being in their home. They live full-time in the cottage that has been in the family since 1933, and though it has gone through many changes, it has all of the most charming qualities of an old cottage (that musty smell; mis-matched cutlery; a crazy layout thanks to countless add-ons), as well as all of the most charming qualities of an old people’s house (that musty smell; doilies; salad dressing in the fridge that expired in ’00).
Bee absolutely loves it there; partly because her great-grandparents cater to her every whim, and partly because she spends her time like this:
And when the kids were finally spending their time like this:
We would spend our time doing cottage-y evening things like reading, or doing this:
But – and you knew this was coming – But..
We also happened to be there during four of the ten days that Satan unleashes his most disgusting of beasts onto the area of Northern Ontario that we were in. True, they do not bite, sting, pinch or nip. Don’t matter, because I freak out when they come near, and man, they are hard to avoid. So, yeah, I was a bit of a spazz.
Behold! Satan's evil henchmen!
Fucking shadflies! Oh, you don’t think that’s too bad, do you? Hrm? What about now?
WHAT ABOUT NOW?
Gah! It was a wonder I went outside at all. But I did. I even frolicked a little:
Seriously, there were lamposts that looked like they were covered in fur. Bleh. I get the heebiejeebies just thinking about it.
Anyway, eventually we had to go, and though we were sad to do it, we know we will be back up there soon. Who knows what to expect next time - locusts?
On the way home we even took the time to add to a wonderful Canadian tradition, and mark our trip with an Inukshuk left on a ledge of the Canadian shield:
Hope your long weekend was as nice as ours was, but with less of Satan's beasts. Happy Canada Day!
Oh, and hey, if you want to find out how we survive a total of 10 hours in the car with two tiny people, check out the story here.