Summer is here! It is now 32oC....hot and sunny in the city. A lot of the folks are trying to escape the heat by going to the malls, popping down to the beaches, or for some of us, try to escape by heading north.
I've just gotten back from a visit to Algonquin Provincial Park, which is approximately 340 km north of Toronto. It is the oldest provincial park in Canada (established in 1893) with an approximatel size of 7653 sq. km.; that's about a quarter the size of Belgium, or for our American neighbours, half the size of Delaware. It is a great place for campers and hikers alike, with over 7653 lakes and 1200 km of streams and rivers to explore...all in all, a great place to get away from the rat race of city living.
This visit elicit mixed emotions for me. It was good to get away (two weeks of vacation), however while there, memories of the last trip there with my son surfaced. Yeah, it became a bit of a downer. Before my son dropped out of our lives, he said that after a year, it should be okay, the pain of separation and loss will go away. Well, he is wrong! It's just about two years and we are still mourning our loss. Getting back to Toronto (yeah, couldn't stay), my soon to be ex-wife saw the look on my face and gave me a hug. She just said, and why do you think she avoid going to places we visited as a family? and why she has no love for Trent U or will never return to Peterborough unless our son contacts us. Only then would she gladly go anywhere in the world if it means reconcilation with our son. We can only hope our son will remember all the good times we had, and maybe, just maybe, he will be able to balance his outlook and not delve soley on the negative.
Well, I've got another week of vacation, will avoid going to Peterborough for sure, and North Bay, definitely Pembroke.
Yep, I'm being a sucky baby. That's what happen when you have too much time to reflect. Yep, immersing oneself in on
I've just gotten back from a visit to Algonquin Provincial Park, which is approximately 340 km north of Toronto. It is the oldest provincial park in Canada (established in 1893) with an approximatel size of 7653 sq. km.; that's about a quarter the size of Belgium, or for our American neighbours, half the size of Delaware. It is a great place for campers and hikers alike, with over 7653 lakes and 1200 km of streams and rivers to explore...all in all, a great place to get away from the rat race of city living.
This visit elicit mixed emotions for me. It was good to get away (two weeks of vacation), however while there, memories of the last trip there with my son surfaced. Yeah, it became a bit of a downer. Before my son dropped out of our lives, he said that after a year, it should be okay, the pain of separation and loss will go away. Well, he is wrong! It's just about two years and we are still mourning our loss. Getting back to Toronto (yeah, couldn't stay), my soon to be ex-wife saw the look on my face and gave me a hug. She just said, and why do you think she avoid going to places we visited as a family? and why she has no love for Trent U or will never return to Peterborough unless our son contacts us. Only then would she gladly go anywhere in the world if it means reconcilation with our son. We can only hope our son will remember all the good times we had, and maybe, just maybe, he will be able to balance his outlook and not delve soley on the negative.
Well, I've got another week of vacation, will avoid going to Peterborough for sure, and North Bay, definitely Pembroke.
Yep, I'm being a sucky baby. That's what happen when you have too much time to reflect. Yep, immersing oneself in on
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