How many dozens of turtle sightings equaled one moose sighting? Don’t know until I sight the first moose.
But of course, stick to the road and walk on.
All the signs for tears were there. Shoulders heaving. Nose sniffing. Hands yanking. Danielle was distraught having misplaced a borrowed carabiner. The carabiner wasn’t necessary for the walk. It was more a gadget than hiking equipment. The cause of Danielle genuine distress was she had misplaced something that wasn’t hers.
For me it was a trifling thing to no longer have…a few less grams to carry. Covid or not, I put my arms around her and hugged.
Danielle’s disappointment for misplacing the carabiner far exceeded its value. The incident allowed me to sense her deep regard for me. I’m honored.
Carabiner FOUND hours later. Now tears of joy.
Open air Our Lady of Lourdes Sanctuary was set into the face of the hill. Our accommodation was a repurposed basement storage room. Our stay took the atmosphere of camping rough.
Camping rough. Don’t breath deeply.
Abodes that caught the eye.
Made me look twice….
Alcohol was for sale at our next premise. Two bottles of burgundy would ensure our sound sleep on air mattresses. The Community Centre exceeded our expectations. Thanks Joanne.
What would you do if you knew you had two years to live? Local artist Lyne Charlebois was diagnosed with cancer. The prognosis was two years. On good days, she painted scenes reflecting the history of the community. A college of her work hung in the community center hosting our stay. To listen to our host Joanne speak of the illustrated scenes was as if she was intimately shared her family photo album with us. Lyne Charlebois gave a gift of good memories.
Now we’re talking. Wallowing on the Ottawa River.
Have a seat…
Linda Scandore 