Day two started with finding out that the elevator in the hotel was broken. The night before I had gone down to cycle a bit in the fitness centre and when I was finished the hotel staff were trying to get some people out of the elevator which had stuck on the second level. So I wasn't terribly surprised to see the "Out of Order" sign on the door in the morning.
We passed through Saint Louis de Ha! Ha!, found some Couche Tard, and navigated pit stops and lunch stops in the beautiful Province of Quebec. We found dinosaurs, cheese curds, and fleur de lis.
Shortly after one of the stops , when we were back on the road, Smarty asked Daddy to explain something he had seen in the restroom. It was a condom dispenser, with brightly coloured cartoon type advertising on it. So Hubby explained, plainly and concisely, what they are and what they are used for. Yikes! Kids growing up too quickly!
When we arrived at the hotel just in time for a massive rain storm. When it stopped we decided to walk a couple blocks to a grocery store for some fresh food. While we were shopping it decided to start another torrential downpour again, letting up a bit right when we were done. We got a bit wet on the walk back to the hotel, but I enjoyed it. I had forgotten what it's like to walk in a warm rain! Tons of rain in Nova Scotia, but it's different.
Day three brought us to Petawawa for a coffee break. We saw deer in the woods, the big machinery on display, and we did a brief walk through of the Canex. On the road again there were cars parked along the sides of the road sporadically and people picking berries, lots of tiny little townships, and inukshuks. There was a sign for three townships ahead with a combined population of 300.
And the chatter. After having tea, Monkey is always talkative. And bored. Still asking for food every 5 minutes, she started telling us why she needed more gummies. Apparently littler kids need more food than bigger kids because they need to grow bigger and stronger. Also, her little puppy wasgoing to kill everyone. Listening to her imaginative play is slightly terrifying. But we eventually found that she said "kill" but was meaning "bite". So I think (maybe?) we convinced her to use the word she means instead of the one that is morbidly entertaining.
We made it to Elliot Lake to visit with my Grandma and Great Grandma, back in the house I always remember visiting as a child. Smarty has been loving the back yard, the girls loving the dolls. Troll's homestead (a gazebo Grandpa made decades ago) is still there, and walking through the yard brought back some really wonderful memories for me.
Introduced the children to their Great Grandmother and Great Great Grandmother. Hubby and I visiting and chatting until bedtime,
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