Sunday, June 04, 2006

I'm baaaaaack...

We saw nary a moose on our travels. Lots of frogs, oddly. They were all over the roads at the resort. And when I say 'all over,' I mean squashed all over the place. Ick. Luckily the place was big enough and built on a steep enough hill that we could justify using cars, because walking through hordes of squashed frogs is not my idea of a good time.

Made the trip in 7 hours, had a lovely chalet to stay in, food was lovely (if a bit slow to show up at times). All in all, just a lovely venue for a meeting.
Snaps, with notes and such, have been posted to Flickr.

And now to bed in my own little bed, because all the feather pillows and pillow-top mattresses can't beat your own petit lit...


Blogger nanuk said...

A plague of frogs you say. Can locusts be far behind?

June 5, 2006 at 6:40 a.m.  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Hello. Welcome home.

June 5, 2006 at 10:06 a.m.  
Blogger The Wrath of Dawn said...

Honey! I'm home!

I'm thinkin' it's locusts next, then boils, I believe. Ick.

June 5, 2006 at 10:12 a.m.  
Anonymous TC said...

Dirty stopup!

Squashed frogs...mmmmm! Did they taste just like chicken?

June 5, 2006 at 5:05 p.m.  
Blogger Misty said...

Welcome back :)

*am now wondering if it's possible to ski over squashed frogs...*

June 6, 2006 at 6:42 a.m.  
Blogger The Wrath of Dawn said...

TC - "Dirty stopup." Plz to translate for poor, stoopid colonist.

I don't know. Didn't taste 'em.

Misty - Hmmm... Good question... perhaps if they were embedded in snow... but then they'd be frozen... and they were on the road, which is probably not a good place to ski, although the hill was certainly steep enough. Must do further research...

June 6, 2006 at 10:38 a.m.  
Blogger Anna said...

Welcome back! Did you see any badgers?

June 6, 2006 at 4:59 p.m.  
Anonymous ricard... rockin' out said... the Saddle AGAIIIIIN!!!


June 6, 2006 at 6:38 p.m.  
Blogger The Wrath of Dawn said...

Anna - Nar badgers in this neck o' the woods... saw a few squirrels, though.

Ricardirock - I draw the line at a night in the ruts. It's all done with mirrors, just a little south of sanity. But if you want toys in the attic, walk this way.

June 6, 2006 at 6:46 p.m.  
Blogger Gary said...

You didn't see a moose !

You weren't looking hard enough, they hide behind trees you know.

My brother took his family to Canada on hliday a couple of years ago, hired a motorhome and took off into the wilderness where on his first night he found a campsite with all the modern conveniences that a person could need, in other words it had a food takeaway franchise.

Anyhoo, his jetlag had him wide awake at some ridiculous early hour and so he took his five year old lad down to a lakeside for a walk - where they saw a moose swimming just offshore.

They stood there for a while and the moose swam towards them then climbed out onto the beach just a few yards away from where they stood, now cacking their pants at how big mooses are when they are out of the lake (or should that be mice).

It stood there for a while staring at them and stinking the place out before it walked off back into the lake.

He thought nothing more of it as he thought that everyone saw mooses in lakes every day of the week in canada, but later on when he told the canadian person in the next door motorhome they went crazy as they'd been travelling all over the country for 40 years looking for moose and had never seen one - they weren't impressed when my brother told them that he'd just got off the plane the day before.

June 7, 2006 at 9:36 a.m.  
Blogger The Wrath of Dawn said...

Yep. That's moose for ya! I've seen them several times while travelling the highway, and once in a small village (you've never seen anyone turn a car around on a narrow country road so fast in your life!) but this trip was blessedly moose free.

June 7, 2006 at 10:11 a.m.  

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