Canadian Thanksgiving was made for celebrating in the country. Especially when the weather cooperates as it did with a glorious 24 degree Saturday. Family members trickled in to Burlington from Ottawa, Toronto and Calgary, then we shuttled everyone north and squeezed 11 of us plus 2 large dogs into our place.
Traditional Thanksgiving sounds and smells – pecan and apple pies fresh out of the oven, crunching leaves underfoot, coyotes at night (well, that one may be traditional only on the Road) – were enhanced by our 3 musicians in the family, my nephew Alex, son Drew and daughter Laura as they strummed and sang for a couple hours on Saturday evening. Alex has his own music website, When Earth Sleeps, well worth a visit.
The weekend tradition always includes a long hike on one of the afternoons, and one afternoon with a visit to the local pub for the boys and a bit of browsing and shopping in Thornbury for the girls. The hike this year was more of a fitness test as we walked straight up the Champlain ski run at Georgian Peaks Ski Club.
Yeah, we made it, uh huh…
The view is well worth the effort (the header photo in my blog is from the top of Georgian Peaks), and the sweat we worked up convinced Drew and Laura jumping off the Thornbury pier into the frigid waters of Georgian Bay was somehow a good idea.
What temperature is the hot tub??
The pier is the busiest spot in town on warm summer days, but the jumping season has extended to Thanksgiving the past several years. Not sure about you, but when I was a kid, Thanksgiving weekend was often graced with snow flurries. Hard to fathom anyone still doubting global warming…
No need to get the boats out of Thornbury Harbour quite yet.
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