|The view across the lake|
|George initially didn't like the weather, but loved playing in the snow on the lake|
|I totally overestimated how cold it would be. It's only at 45 or so degrees latitude, while a bunch of the US goes to 49. There also wasn't as much snow as I expected; Alaska this is not.|
|But the lakes do freeze, which I guess is what matters.|
|The one sunny morning|
|I guess woodpeckers don't migrate.|
|George was underwhelmed with Niagara Falls on the return drive. I assume I stopped here as a child, but I don't remember it.|
I should have made myself go for runs on the lake (the snow wasn't even deep enough to warrant snowshoes), but I was happy to mess around with the chainsaw instead. I think this was my first time using one, but I still have all my fingers and toes, and only one small hole in my pants. It was also fun to go into Huntsville for some Canadian culture. The gaudy tourist shops were horrible, Rob Schneider is doing two nights of stand-up there later this month, there were police officers in the Tim Hortons I went to, and the very high fraction of the sporting goods store devoted to hockey equipment was hilarious, as was the instant nation-wide transformation from a deep depression to sheer elation that I heard on the radio when the NHL labor dispute ended. Also, everyone was extremely friendly, and they trust you to pump your gas before paying for it.
It's a long drive, made horrible by my having a car charger for neither my ipod nor my phone, nor any books on tape. I'll correct that the next time I go, bring a friend, and work out the kinks in my x-country skiing. But I'll also sit around and chop firewood, because it feels good.