After narrowly missing the crazy storm, we set off early from Quebec, after yet another MacDonald's curbside breakfast. Did I mention that the app helps avoid horrible or even just unfortunate accidents in other languages involving food allergies?
Plans quickly again went awry. We had hoped to visit friends near the border, but the combination of crappy weather, nasty bugs, and our predilection for only outdoor visits could not be reconciled. Shortly thereafter, we received word that the family we planned to stay with for several days in eastern Ontario were "not feeling well" and "had a bad cold that was going around".
Of course it turned out to be COVID, after my sister the Nurse helped them with a rapid test. With our lodging plans up in the air again, we then hoped to spend a few days at the family cabin, but had to wait for other family to leave first, as they were currently turkey hunting.
We thought we might visit Ottawa for a bit, as Jane had never seen Parliament etc., but the weather was not good for walking around town. We decided to stall for time and tour the Cornwall area to check out the Long Sault Parkway, a series of islands connected by causeways just west of the city....a lovely area that needs more attention in future travels.
To kill time and figure out new plans, we decided to visit my wacky uncle in Prince Edward County. He didn't have COVID at least, but he did throw peanuts at us (literally), in spite of me reminding him of Jane's deadly allergies. They were meant for us to offer as treats to a dog he was baby-sitting, but regardless of intention (and repeated warnings) I ended up with a lap full of peanuts and peanut dust that needed to be dealt with before we got back in the car together.
In the end, the hunters left The Cabin early, so we spent a few mercifully quiet (and free!) days amid the healing pines in the Ottawa Valley. We saw some crazy tree damage in the vicinity in the aftermath of the Big Storm, and even days later parts of eastern Ontario were still without power. Luckily The Cabin doesn't have power anyway, so you can't take it away!
We did some walks and some reading and relaxing on 67 acres of Canadian Shield, in the cabin in which my grandmother was born. We had also hoped to see my Dad there, but he ended up cancelling on short notice under mysterious circumstances, so we headed for home.
After two weeks away in favourable spring weather, the lawn was almost as happy to see us as were our eight captive felines. Thanks Heather for the wonderful cat care!
Two beautiful days of R&R
A very special place
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