At ten months old, our daughter is officially a spelunker!
Thursday we made the decision to visit the Bonnechere Caves, as they weren't too far from where we were staying. My husband and I took the lead in our vehicle and decided to take a more direct route; turns out the direct route was under construction. At one point we had to wait for an excavator to move out of the small patch of road left, beside a cavernous hole, and smooth out the ground he had been on. Needless to say my teeth were clenched and my hands were firmly clasped around the door handle and my seat belt as my husband eased past the hole. However, after the perilous crossing we found CBC on the radio and were rewarded with some Vinyl Cafe; we listened to two stories about Dave and his father, my favourite being The Fish Head story. The route we took ended up not being too bad and getting us there in a good amount of time. The route back was also beautiful and we stopped to take photos of the landscape as it stretched out before us.
If you are ever in that area, I highly recommend going to see the Bonnechere Caves, it was so amazing. This was my favourite part of our trip, especially seeing how much fun our little one had. I would do it again in a heartbeat. Really fascinating seeing the cephalopod fossil pieces as well, apparently over 200 years old. They also had what is referred to as a trace fossil, which is not really a fossil of anything, but a record of biological activity, what used to be caves that worms had made.
That last day we also did a recreation of a photograph from one of our first visits to the cottage, one that had my mom, little sister, Granny and I in it. This time it was my mom, me and the babe. Our generations photograph, brought back happy memories of when my Grandmother was with us at the cottage. Also a funny moment that day, my Aunt having to climb in the window because I accidentally locked us out of the cottage (I managed to capture it on camera, but will not be posting it to this blog).
That last night we spent around the campfire, making s'mores and listening to the sad call of the loons, as they searched for the babes, and the silence when they found them. We watched as the stars slowly made their appearance, one at a time (just like the Tragically Hip song proclaims). We saw fireflies hovering over the water, as though they could mimic the stars reflected off the surface of the calm bay. I love the stars, the Orion constellation holds a special place in my heart, and every time I look up and see those lights that have burned out but still shine I think, this is my proof that heaven exists. I could sit under the stars all night, and regret that living in the city deprives us of that pleasure.
Our drive back from the cottage was faster than our drive there, but more hectic. The poor little one was in fits twice, once from a full diaper and once because she wanted fresh air. The second stop resulted in the purchase of two cute outfits, and me wondering if this was her plan all along. We stopped at my sister and her girlfriends new home to visit and see the place. They showed us around, made us lunch, and made us comfortable while we relaxed for a couple hours. The lunch was a delicious homemade chow mein and mini spinach quiche. Their place was immaculate, everything they were hoping for, and they were already making it a home. My favourite part of the tour, the mint green room they have set aside for when our little baby, or her cousin, stay the night.
One final blog about the cottage, food specifics, and then on to the rest of our summer.
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