This past weekend was Victoria Day Weekend, affectionately known in these parts as May 2-4. That does not mean it happens from May 2nd to 4th, as my lovably dopey husband thought, it means it happens on the Monday of or preceding the 24th of May. It is the unofficial start for the Canadian summer, and seeing as we live in the Golden Horseshoe now, Alan and I had to do what everyone else in the GTA and surrounding area does on this weekend. Leave. head north. If you are to believe the Toronto media, every resident of the Greater Toronto Area goes camping in the Muskokas this weekend.
We went way north. Norther (more north?) than anyone else we know. We went eight hours north to see Lemmers and the rest of the Lemmers clan. Another pair of guys I went to high school with went as well. We left on Saturday morning at six, and got to Kirkland Lake around 3, and then proceded to drink beer and play euchre and Rock Band, and look at pretty stuff. We had fireworks with the neighbours, which were interrupted by a small firework injury, a small shed fire, and the OPP asking us about our fireworks permit. It was a great weekend. Despite the 1200 km we put on the car.
We brought both our cameras with us and here are the results:
It was a really nice weekend. The drive home wasn’t as terrible as I had been expecting, and I think Alan had just as good a time as I did. I hope that we will be able to go back for another weekend, or that the Lemmers clan can come south and see us some time this summer.
that pic of alan is super cute. suuuuuper cute. and i’m saving it to my collection of best photos ever