We left a little late on Friday because I had to take care of some bookkeeping for the Freedom Riders. But we were on the road by 1:00 PM in the truck. The new four lane section down to the Killarney Highway was opened a couple of weeks ago (complete with wildlife fencing), one more installment in the never ending Highway 69 saga. The funny thing about this is that I went to check the project status on the Ministry of Transportation website and found that it hasn't been updated in over two years. Way to go, MTO, you should be ashamed. But Wikipedia has the information right up to last week.
We stopped at McDonald's in Parry Sound but, after using the facilities, opted to order food from the drive-through because the restaurant was packed with teenagers wearing their flat brimmed ball caps sideways. I guess getting older means inconsequential styles the kids favour really get on my nerves. I am turning into Jeff Dunham's buddy, Walter. And it doesn't bother me, which DOES bother me:-))
I learned something about the truck on the way to Parry Sound. When you go to pass a car on the two lane road, pull out first and hit the throttle second. Doing it the other way around risks running over the other vehicle.
Traffic was rugged out of Toronto, fully stopped several places along 400 North. We got off at Highway 9, which was also busier than usual. There also seemed to be an inordinate number of left lane hogs as well. Maybe it was the time of day. Westbound Highway 9 to Southbound Airport Road could use an advance turning arrow but we finally made it on the third light. I took a different way around Guelph ending up on Highway 6 south to the 401 and we arrived at Kim and Mike's about 6:15.
The grandkids are growing. Although Jolene is just over 3 1/2, she proudly told me she wears five year old sized clothes. And Robyn has a growing vocabulary including Mommy, Daddy, no, self and now. She also says "tek oo" any time you give her something. At supper, we found that Jolene had contracted the bug that was going around the baby sitter's. She started throwing up and continued all night. Perhaps out of sympathy, Robyn started heaving at bed time as well. Mike did not have a good night.
Saturday, we spent much of the day playing with the kids. Kim and Jolene baked cookies and Mike cooked a pork roast that, due to a timing problem, ended up as very fine pulled pork. Jolene watched some of the Nationwide race from Montreal with me and we both cheered for the girl driving the green 7. We didn't stay up too late.
This weekend's route (645 Avalanche miles):
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