Visitors!

I’ve always been quite content to be alone; my days pass in a hum of activity, baking, walking, writing, reading, but Wednesday was an especially social day.

One of Andy’s student’s 8 year old daughter, Sarah, had a ped day and her mom was working.  So, Sarah and I spent the day picking flowers, playing with the cat, making a collage from an old Sears catalogue. In the afternoon, we had a tea party (with hot chocolate). Pierre Bureau and his wife, France took care of our cat, Mikou, over summer and came for afternoon tea (real tea this time).  Just before dinner, my brother and mother arrived from Montreal to stay a week. One of Andy’s colleagues arrived to have dinner with us.

I miss the bustle of activity and visitors from my old home in Pointe Claire.

Wish all my days would be full of such warmth and activity.

The Bear was There

Made it to Mile 101!

Made it to Mile 101!

We were welcomed back home by a bear.  It was most likely the same bear I saw in June, before traveling across Canada during our summer off.

We saw him just outside of Chiboubamau.  This time he didn’t dart off into the woods, but sat on his haunches, by the road, watching the cars go by.  How he survived the summer so close to the reserve is remarkable.

The house was intact, a tad stuffy from a summer of being sealed off.  A mountain of mail awaited us.

We traveled as far west as Tofino on Vancouver Island and as far north as Mile 101 on the Alaska Highway past Dawson Creek. We drove up the parched countryside of interior BC, the harrowing, soft-shouldered roads through mountain passes, to Peace River and onto Pacific Rim Park.

I wondered how I would feel coming back to an isolated community after weeks of visiting friends and relatives, and enjoying our great beautiful land.

But when we turned onto the road flanked by statuesque black spruce and viewing the glittering lake, I realized that this, was indeed, where I wanted to be.