Usually this is our annual Sugarbush excursion. Jason's lovely folks have a camp with a pretty big property full of trees to tap. This year, Fenner is big enough to actually participate in the whole process..too bad the weather decided not to play nice. We lost a day of travel to the snow storm so I had to work the day after we arrived but that didn't stop my people from heading to the bush.
I tried hard to be mature but the envy ate at me as I worked in the coffee joint.
We spent the weekend playing crokinole in the evenings; knitting and hanging out during the day. As though Sugarbush and Crokinole didn't make us Canadian enough Steve kicked it up a notch by introducing us to the family Winchester 1894.
Which was crazy. It led to us doing some high level research into what it would take for us to legally own this gun - 3 months, 2 references, a mental health check and a spousal interview (so I would get the chance to say that Jason should/should not get to have a gun and, perhaps more importantly, vice versa)
This is one of the many reasons I believe in my heart that school shootings are still uncommon enough in urban centres as to be shocking in Canada.
After getting spoiled rotten at Jason's folks' place we headed to Wakefield for our annual
This Gatineau leg of the journey means a lot of inappropriate laughing, too much wine and Dieu du Ciel beer while the girls run amok like the playmates they are.
But for the lack of sap it was the perfect perfect weekend.