So it looks like this, the third part in my "What I Did A Few Weeks Ago" trilogy will likely be the shortest of the series, as my memory is getting increasingly fuzzy. But, hey, I don't want to leave anyone hanging. In other news, holy crap! TWO posts in one week. How about that??
So Sunday we woke up by the faint light of the sun rising over the blueberry stand across the highway, groggy and stiff from trying to stay comfortable in the back of the Cruiser. Not an easy feat, as he's not one to be scrunched up to sleep and although i generally tend to curl up in the fetal position to sleep, I was trying to remain somewhat conscious of not kicking or hitting the poor man in my sleep. Which I am told, I have a tendency to do. Sleeping me is quite violent.
|This is possibly the shittiest sunrise picture ever taken. I took this one.|
|Pre-Breakfast Breakfast. Tim Hortons, I want some royalties for this.|
If you can't trust a historical plaque, who can you trust?
One trail that we found almost took us all the way there, we discovered upon checking the maps at home. It started out near a small community hall, the type with a park and picnic benches and tables under shady trees, the type of place one could envision town picnics being held generations before. We braved the path as far as Petey would take us, at one point traversing a ground level river crossing. But beyond this we found a heavy gate with a variety of "No Tresspassing" signs. Later we would find out that what we were looking for was just on the other side.
|Those aren't puddles.. that's the river creeping across the path.|
|...Just in case you didn't believe me.|
Turns out, they're basically like Beaver Tails (which I think may be known to people in other countries as Elephant Ears) but in ball form. The More You Know. At least they aren't some bizarre Fear-Factor inspired delicacy. Although I still say that eating bull testicles would have been child's play had Joe Rogan just battered and deep-fried them.
However, I digress.
This was my first ever visit to Peterborough (with the possible exception of visiting my grandfather in hospital shortly before his passing, but that may have been Bancroft hospital) so he took me on a bit of a tour around the downtown and through some of the riverfront parks. Having been up since about 6am we had made fantastic time to get to Peterborough, look around and still have time to visit my Nanny on the way home. We got hit with the rain about 40 minutes before Nanny's house, after a weekend of otherwise lovely weather. So that was lucky.
In other news, I'm making a concerted effort to post more. I've missed it. I kind of put myself on hiatus writing at Different Paths, Same Destinations when I ran out of fucks to give in regards to my weight-loss efforts. I get the feeling I'm not the only one on a break. Hopefully the other girls will come back and start posting again. But we all have lives, and busy ones at that.
My posts here will probably focusing on my day-to-day stuff for the next little bit as I will be saving some of my social-issues ranty type stuff for a two-week guest blogging stint at Feministe (*geekyfangirlsquee*).
|Say it with me, Sally Field. "THEY LIKE ME!"|