We go up to Wiarton with Sonia’s parents, cousins, aunts/uncles every year to the same location from Friday to Monday. We arrive at about the same time each year in about the same order. We have the same dinners on the same nights: pizza making on Friday night hosted by Sam, potluck on Saturday. Homemade hamburgers and sausage on Sunday. Lots of food in between.
We used to go up to Doe lake (near Huntsville) from about 2002-2006. But since ’07 it’s been this place in Wiarton. I’ve enjoyed both and it’s because the routine is predictable. Most of the guys go off fishing. The kids play on whatever equipment is available. I go golfing on Sat and catch some sports in the TV room. I hang out with Sam on the deck, drink beers and reminisce. We have a big bonfire each night where the fishtales are told. The skunks and foxes come out that we have to shoo.
This year had a slight twist. One cottages held strangers that were of the punk-ass early 20’s Mississauga type. Me being old and grumpy immediately knew they were going to be trouble. Towards us they were not except for loud arguments at night. But for the owner they were a headache as during one of the nights one of them bolted out of the place in his car but not before crashing into one of the decks and completely dislodging it from the cottage it was attached too. Good fun.
My golf course in Wiarton is getting an overhaul which makes me a little sad since it will be easier. But understandable. Just a little “It’s a small world” aside: The owner was once the groundskeeper for Walkerton GCC working for Ryan, who by coincidence we saw at Wicked Sticks on the way up to the cottage. I hadn’t seen him nor Heidi for going on 3 yrs now. Nice to see them again.
Well, back to reality. Today is Olivia’s 5th birthday and now I feel old. 1/2 a decade! To celebrate this Sat is the typical party of noisy crazy kids. But if the weather holds for Sat night, Olivia, myself, Chloe and Kevin will attempt to have a campout in the back yard. Wow.