Last weekend Steve and I went for a visit to my grandparents’ cottage. We hadn’t been up since before the holidays so the visit was overdue. We partook in the usual activities: stuffing our faces with my grandmother’s delicious cooking, playing boardgames, reading snuggled up by the fire, cuddling with one of the many kitties running around. We also ended up going snowshoeing with our brand new pairs of snowshoes. How very Canadian of us right? Except they aren’t the snowshoes of my youth, made out of wood and rawhide, but are constructed with metal, plastic and velcro. And despite the fact that they’re easier to walk with than the big traditional ones, I fell flat on my butt right out of the starting gate.
We had a lot of fun and were welcomed back to the cottage with a steaming mug of my grandmother’s special hot chocolate (ie. it had alcohol in it…tasty tasty alcohol).
Next we’ll have to try out our snowshoes in the nearby Gatineau hills!