My mother was on vacation for a few weeks and had decided to spend it all at the family house, in a cozy little village buried in the green Laurentian mountains. I had free time and so did my friend, so we packed our goodies to survey my ancestral home.
Needless to say, I was very happy to be back at the cottage, where I had had a tree-house, endless cow-boy indian sessions (that was before the time of politically correctness) and wonderful, lazy afternoons reading books and comics and listening to my mum's old records.
This time was a bit different : my bedroom is now a guestroom, my comics are in Mtl, the tree house has been dismantled and I admit I would feel kinda silly running around dressed like a member of the First Nations ready to pow-wow !
Nevertheless, it was nice to hang out in the green. We actually did have a lazy afternoon with the remaining comics, swam in the gorgeous local lake, and even went on a horse-back riding forest trail... It was my friend's first time, and she litterally cried in emotion while on the horse ! Of course, the beast felt it, and took advantage to go up to a small trot, which sent my friend in a panic ! Thank god, the guide stopped her, and all was well...
The Beaver
2 comments:
It sounds almost perfect. Where was the ginger bread? Congrats.
No ginger bread, Salt water, but plenty of sesame sticks and chocolate cake !
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