A Young Hero – Friday Fictioneers

It’s Wednesday and I’m Friday Fictioneering.  This photo by c.e. ayr (thank you) brought me back to our summers camping in Cape May, N,J.  We always had so much fun with my sister’s family and often, other friends.  Thanks always to Rochelle for hosting this weekly shindig.  Should you want to play along, just click on the frog below and leave the link to your 100-word story.

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A Young Hero

We’ve been coming to “Dog Beach” near Cape May for years.  We love it because our dogs are allowed to frolic and play in the salty waves.

That’s not all that played in the water that summer.  The blood-curdling scream from my niece had us all jump in fright.  Her father ran, then froze by water’s edge. No matter, her cousin, five years her senior, came to the rescue.  Without a thought for himself, he ripped off the jellyfish, getting stung himself. The tentacles had wrapped themselves around her legs, leaving behind angry welts that thankfully, left no permanent scars.

Hero and his dog

Camping? – Friday Fictioneers

It’s Wednesday already. You know what that means! Yep, time for some Friday Fictioneering. This week’s photo is brought to us by c.e. ayr and reminded me of the Christmas/New Year of 2013/14. We spent Christmas in the Keys and New Year’s in Naples…

Thanks, always, to Rochelle for her willingness to keep this party going! If you want to join in, just click on my frog below and add your link with your 100-word story!

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This is how the rich like to camp, I take it?

Yep! They each have their lot for a season. It’s like a community.

And they save some scraggly spots for those of us just passing through…

Uhhhh… Not so scraggly.

Right. Not loving it, to tell the truth. We are a bunch of sardines in a pretty can. And our sardine is lacking.

It’s not! We are one with the hoi-palloi!

You do know that means the riffraff, right?

Really? Shit. I thought it meant the rich and snooty.

Nope. That’s hoity-toity. Let’s go to a nice quiet wooded area.

A Drive West – What Pegman Saw

This week Pegman takes us to Manitoba, Canada. Feel free to use the location/picture supplied with the prompt, our take your own tour of Manitoba via Google Maps and find a view to inspire you.

Your mission is to write up to 150 words inspired by the week’s location. You may write poetry, prose, or essay. Once your piece is polished, share it with others using the linkup below. Reading and commenting on others’ stories is part of the fun!

Now, I find this quite humorous that Karen has chosen the whole province of Manitoba over a single region or city. (I tease you, Karen.)  That said, I am totally cheating and using my own photograph, taken in August 1993 when I went on my first honeymoon.  Yes, I had one of those starter marriages that was over before you could say Boo!  That said, we have remained friends and all is well and it was a wonderful trip.

Hurry up! I’m being eaten alive!

A Drive West

“We’re going to drive west, camping along the way till we get to Vancouver, stay a few days and drive back through the States.”

“Exciting honeymoon. Not.”

“Pffft! I drove across with my folks when I was 21.  We have a beautiful country.”

“If you say so.  You should fly over the boring Prairies. There’s nothing to see there!”

“Says you who has never been outside Quebec.”

“I hear–”

“Never mind, you hear. Until you DO, you’ve nothing to say.”

“You know what we should have done? Skip Ontario! Bloody hell. Three days to cross it seeing nothing but trees and rocks!”

“And what is this about the prairies being boring? It’s beautiful here. You can pretend you are in Tuscany with all these beautiful sunflowers!”

“Yeah. That said. In Tuscany, they don’t have skeeters big enough to take you away! What the hell? Are they fertilized to grow so big?”

Good-Bye 2014, Hello 2015 and All Your Possibilities

It would be easy for me to trash the whole year based on the very last month.  Many people would probably tell me that it would be normal or, at the very least, understandable.

I really could.  But I won’t.  It’s just not in my nature to do so.  That doesn’t mean I can’t look forward to a bright 2015!

So let me re-cap.  2014 was filled with wonderful moments that cannot nor should be dismissed.  After all, it did start off on the beaches of Florida!


Valentine’s came around and my love made me a beautiful dinner plus gave me a fabulous camera.  You see, he would watch me leave every morning with Zeke, iPhone (and later Samsung) in hand to take pictures for my blog.  He wanted me to have the proper equipment so he totally spoiled me unexpectedly!

I took many a walk over the course of the year taking hundreds of pictures (no worries, I won’t bombard you!) – these being but a small sample in the winter.

We went up north to my mom’s and went tubing, walking, discovering…

We went out with friends

I turned the big FIVE-OH and was surprised… not that I wanted to be!!! (OK, maybe a little…)

Our families got together for Mother’s Day, birthdays, family BBQs

First camping trip of the year has been in Bainsville, Ontario for quite a few years… this time with the Provenchers and the Apanians.  So much fun that we all did it again in Cape May in July!

Long bike rides, meeting old pals, taking a break, running into family and friend and ending in a face plant… yep ~ was quite the ride…

We climbed Mount Washington and swung from ropes like Tarzan (well not me! Someone has to take the pictures!!!)

We spent two weeks in Cape May, New Jersey with friends and family and ran into old friends!

Friends over (may have exaggerated on both food and booze ~ just sayin’…), more walks, playtime, proud moments…

Visited friends at their cottage on Rice Lake.

Rice Lake

Made some fabulous cakes, took wonderful photography classes…

Went up to Mom’s for Thanksgiving…


And finally, (ironically) I uploaded these images the same day Mick went into the hospital with the intention of showing potential clients what I was making for Mick to give to his clients but never posted them…

So I’m thinking… it really was a fabulous year for the MacIsaacs.  It just didn’t end like we would have liked… Not even close.

We had to say good-bye to our husband/father/son/brother-in-law/uncle/friend…

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And, come December 31st, I did manage to dance and laugh with my sisters and their husbands and some wonderful friends, though I was (we were) all missing Mick.

Let us move on to 2015 with love in our hearts, courage to find new experiences, faith that all will work out and joy in general.

Happy New Year to you all!


A Stop, A Climb, A Swing and a Row

My previous post was all about the mountain.  Mount Washington, to be precise.  However, our five-day trip did not begin there, nor did it end there!  No, no, I must truly start at the beginning.

It all started when my sister had the grand idea of going away two weeks before going away for our summer holidays.  A vacation before the vacation, so to speak… This meant extra work for hubs (though we assured him he would have access to WiFi and would be able to do whatever work needed to be done…)!  You see, sister works shifts so taking two days off means she has a whole week off!  And her hubs works in a school so he’s off all summer.  Not too much of a challenge for them to get away.  Time-wise.

So, before Mick could say “Boo!”, I booked the Eastern Slope Campsite in Conway, New Hampshire, right on the Saco River.  He did what he had to do and we packed up the camper and off we went!

Just so you know… gas is a lot cheaper in the States than it is in Quebec.  We put $30-$40 of gas into the tank to make it to the border and across for a first full fill-up.  Our truck is a big F-150. Our trailer is 27 feet long and weighs a good 7,000 lbs when full of stuff (as it was).  Driving towards Conway means driving through the White Mountains.  Driving through the mountains means you get a lot less mileage per litre than you would driving, say, on a straight highway not lugging a trailer….

Truck & trailer

Truck & trailer

We drive through customs (I won’t mention that we may or may not have taken the wrong road and took an un-scheduled detour) and off we went, our eyes open for a gas station.  When you have as much real estate to pull as we do, you have to be picky about where you stop.  When you think you’re going to have to putz around trying to get into an itty-bitty gas station, you pass until the next one.  Mistake.  And then you watch your dashboard all lit up letting you know you only have about 25km left in your tank.  You don’t quite panic, but you just may start to fret.  They you see you have only about 11 km left of gas in the tank.  You grab the GPS to see where the next available gas station is (because at this point, you’ll take itty-bitty!) and by the time it finds it, you have 5 km left in your tank at the station is 3 km away.  Any way you count it, it does not add up.

Now what?

Sputter, sputter… oh shit! We are officially at ZERO!  The gods were on our side as just to the right, down a hill a bit was a rest area.  Yessiree!  We coasted down the hill and parked (beautifully, I might add) on the side.  Then we called CAA (same thing as AAA) and ordered ourselves a cherry bomb of gas!  We had a good 45-minute wait in the lovely Lyndon rest area and it just happened to be lunch time and I just happened to have a chopped egg mixture in the trailer so I made lunch, Aidan and Mick played backgammon, Iain snoozed and I walked around taking pictures and reading.

AAA arrived with the gas, we got back into the truck and hightailed it to that gas station, just 3 MILES away… not the same as 3 KILOMETRES!  Filled up the tank (at a sort of itty-bitty) and made our way to the campground!

Set up camp and joined my sister and her family for some quality family time!  We did our usual pasta night on the first night and the next day was a beach day and outlet shopping day (had to get some hiking boots as mine were dead!)

The kids had a blast jumping off the “Tarzan rope” strategically hung across the river from us.  I had a great vantage point with a good zoom lens to catch their antics!  First it was the kids only.  They were excited/scared to try it!

Waiting for their turn

Waiting for their turn

After lunch, the dads joined in.  It was hilarious to watch… the various techniques and aerial positions had me in stitches.  I truly could have posted some of the wackiest but I want my family to continue to love me…

Their hands a little raw, a few scrapes later and it was time to go prepare supper.  While packing up, we watched a mother duck and her ducklings paddle away from us, ever faster!  I have no clue what kind these are!


Mama and her babies

As we were walking back to our site, I turned back to take a picture of the darkening skies…. they were about to burst!  And they did, just as we got back to the lean-to! But what comes after rain?  Yes!  A rainbow!

That evening was wing night!  Mick as developed a new recipe and quite frankly, it is delicious…


While dinner was being cooked, my sister and I howled with laughter when we witnessed this:


… as it reminded us of a time waaaaaaay back when we were immature younger adults and had been kicked out of our camping site for being too noisy the night before.  They didn’t kick us out of the campground so we just picked up the tents and walked them over to another section!  Memories….

The next day’s forecast (Wednesday) was for sun and warmth.  Perfect day to climb Mount Washington!

Still smilin'

Still smilin’

Come Thursday, we were a little slow getting ourselves organised.  I was surprised that I felt no real repercussions for the previous day’s exertions.  We had a late breakfast and then hubs and sis went to sign us up for an inner tube ride down the Saco River.  We were too late for that so we signed up for a seven-mile kayak trip down the Saco.  (Like we hadn’t done enough exercise the day before!)  We had 15 minutes to get ourselves into our bathing suits, pack a few beers and go!

There is no way in hell I was bringing my camera onto a kayak (especially since I have been in one only – never!) and decided to not even bring my phone just in case so I’ve no pictures of our adventure!  I will await copies of my brother-in-law’s as he was brave enough….

You’ll just have to wait for the last part of our Conway Get-Away!