Happy Birthday to my father who turns 73 (or is it 74?) today. Him and Mom live 3 provinces away, so unfortunately I won’t be able to go have cake with them to celebrate, but he should be getting my really funny card in a day or two. I am always late these days with the cards. It’s a Black family thing. Just ask my parents.
So, I am fully immersed in the joy of being on holiday. These first few days have been pretty terrific.
We’ve ordered our new patio door — should be ready in 8 to 9 weeks. Just as long as it’s in before winter. That’s all I care about. We have altered our deck plans — yet again. We may be expanding it a little. We’re taking a few days to really think it through.
Of my list of things to do I got the bathroom cleaned yesterday. Yeah! Not that it was Hoarder’s filthy or anything like that, I just needed to wash those walls and the baseboards in the worst way. Now I can sleep at night!
On a personal writing goal type of note — I put six poems in the mail yesterday. Stuff I had written a couple of years ago, the six I chose to send off are all about relationships — didn’t realize when I was writing them that they made a nice little sextet. We’ll see what happens. Fingers are firmly crossed.
This weekend I’m heading off to the mountains with a couple of friends. We’re going whitewater rafting and horseback riding. All in the same day. There will be a barbecue in the evening to wind everything up. Am so looking forward to this trip. We’ll do some hiking and some soaking in the hot springs at Banff. Heather and I are planning on taking the Cowboy Trail home — it’s a beautiful drive — have done it many times. The scenery is often breathtaking and so much nicer than rushing back along the #2.
This past Sunday Tim and I finally got out on the bike for a little day trip. We travelled to Evansburg and stopped at the Pembina River Campground for lunch. Now, it was not particularly warm on Sunday — at one point only 16 degrees — that was around 2:30 I believe, but still, down there on the river were hardy Canadians determined to get the most out of a summer long weekend.
There were dozens of people in bathing suits and shorts tubing down the river. Not only was the air not warm, the water was colder! I had to laugh, though, at their blithe determination. Everyone was laughing and having a grand old-time. We ate our lunch up above the river in a small stand of spruce trees that sheltered us from the wind and the mosquitoes. Then, because the sky was getting darker by the second we decided we better hit the road again.
We just got back out on the highway when the rain started. It only lasted about 10 minutes, so we weren’t too bad off. We drove to Mayerthorpe thinking we’d stop to get a coffee and warm up a bit, but couldn’t find a coffee shop anywhere. So, back out on the road we went.
About 20 minutes from Mayerthorpe on Highway 44 we came across Rochfort Bridge. A tiny little hamlet named after the bridge just a short ways away. We stopped at the lovely little gift shop/restaurant to take a peek. There’s a small, four building museum, a vegetable market and the gift shop. In behind this are about two dozen homes, well hidden by scrub and tall grass. I can’t imagine what anyone does there. Beautiful country surrounds the place, but there is nothing but fields and highway for miles in any direction. Kids must go stir crazy.
We managed to make it the rest of the way home without getting rained on too much — a few sprinkles here and there. The trip was a good six hours and by the time we got home we both needed a nap. A lovely way to spend a Sunday.
Well, that’s what I’ve been up to for the past few days. Hope everyone else is having a fantastic summer, or a not too terrible winter.