Hum- I'm already getting behind with my blogging! But here anyway is my weekend chronicle-- Spent Saturday morning just the way I like to-- drinking coffee, doing a little reading, and then lounging around until after lunch. Ahhhh... It's a life.
Linda and I ended up heading to Guelph Lake for some canoeing. It was a good idea to take Dallas, I reasoned aloud, because she LOVES being in a canoe, and she's perfectly behaved. Good balance, strong paddler. ha.
Instead, Dallas "turned into" a mad dog, racing around picking up sticks, running in and out of the water in front of us, and generally behaving with all the reason of those spinning, smashing cloths that pummel your car in those automatic car washes. Linda and I decided to leave her behind with the canoe rental guy- a move wildly out of character for the paranoid dog-guardian in me. Unfortunately, Dallas was swimming way out to try to catch us, and we had to relent, and coax her into the canoe. Call that Mistake 2. The rest of our little canoe-ride unfolded predictably, however we refrained from killing her outright, and once I was in the back steering, I could keep better control of her. Sadly, the poodle won't be invited back into a boat for a while. awww....
I did find that I am still a mighty paddler, getting back into the rhythm of things nicely after 2 years away from it, and with little enough experience to start with. Unfortunately, that didn't mesh with Linda's ideas of a nice paddle around the lake, and she had to contend with both me and the dog until we were suitably subdued.
Funny, but we decided we needed some beer after all that adventureing, and from that good idea came "hey, let's put in the garden!" This was great fun! We went out sporting our Boddington's and Pina Coladas, new gardening gloves, single garden implement, and a little map of where to put our seeds. We worked 'til dark, added some water, and now we're peeking out our windows to see how long it takes for the pit bulls next door to eat our seedlings. Oooh, sweet anticipation.
Sunday was the downhill mountain biking adventure at Blue Mountain. Although I adore this sport, I have to recommend against Blue Mountain... at least until July, when they put in the chair-lifts. Andrew and I showed up, we both rented heavy, full suspension bikes, whatever body armour we didn't already own, and trail passes. I paid around $110, and he paid about $130. For that price, we 5 hours either in line, waiting for a shuttle to take us up the mountain, or happily plummeting down the mountain. Unfortunately, we only got in about 6 runs, of approximatley 10-15 mins each- meaning we spent about 3 hours standing around in the sunshine, waiting for the shuttle. Blech. Can anyone say sunstroke?? Camp Fortune, Bromont, and the Freeride park at Moab all offered amazingly better experiences. I'm becoming a downhill snob. That didn't take long...
