Today I must head back home after four days at the lake. Back to work on Monday. I’m not sure I am ready for that but ready or not I have to get back to the office.
I had no idea there would be any internet coverage up here – and there wasn’t over in the cabin I stayed in. But here in the park close to the resort lodge the reception is fair. So here I am, finishing off my last day at the lake by sitting in the park blogging. What a great place to blog from. The mosquitos are not even bad. Of course I do smell fairly strongly of Eau de Deet!
At the beginning of my time out here, I think I actually was sick. i spent most of the day and night sleeping. And in between using one of the tiniest little bathrooms known to man. Seriously – airplane lous are hardly any bigger. Can’t invite my hubby to share this cabin with me next year. We’d have to upgrade to a place with a larger bathroom or he would get stuck in there the first day and there he would stay until the fire department arrived with the jaws of life. Not much fun doing certain things when you are "large".
I needed the sleep in more ways than one. By yesterday I was feeling great. Still took an afternoon nap though – in honor of the Siesta – a highly underrated event in northern climates.
Any way, I want to go back in time a bit. The week began up at Besnard lake(and I will post some photos when i get home) Early in the morning(5:00am) saw us heading out on the lake for some serious fishing. The clouds hung down darkly hardly letting the sun come up at all. But believe it or not, that was the nicest part of the morning.
We started out in a bay that I renamed "Mosquito Bay". Incredible mosquitos. So thick it was hard to see. We had forgotten the mosquito repellant. Got lots of bites but not enough from the fish to stay there long.
We high tailed it out of there and headed further up the lake to some great fishing spots. I don’t know how many fish we caught and released but the fishing was great. we headed home with about four big ones at about 9 am. As we headed back the rain began. Those boats are not very comfortable when heading back at full throttle through the rain!
We waited till the rain stopped in the afternoon and went back out. Again the fishing was great.
Later, I decided to stay at the cabin with the little ones so the two moms could have a good chance to do some fishing. That began the storytelling. Kieran’s favourite request became, "Tell me a story" and then " tell me another one." That was incredibly fun. He has heard more stories of back in the days than my own kids I think. And I hardly had to make up anything. We had a great time.
The saddest part of the trip was the moment when Kieran’s Scooby Doo fishing rod sank to the bottom of the lake. Why on earth do they not make those kids rods float? After the shock of seeing it go and the tears, he was a bit comforted by his dad’s efforts to find it by casting out, letting his hook sink to the bottom and reeling in – to no avail of course. The water was way too murky to see anything and its pretty hard to know where it actually dropped. The lodge had a small rod in theri lost and found box that he used the next trip out. He was so proud of himself for catching weeds with his hookless lure – and for not letting go of his new rod. He was catching on pretty well to the whole concept of casting and reeling in.
What fun grandchildren are.