We're dreaming of getting back to the cottage. Last year (after a two-week Spring temperature-spike) the ice on our lake vanished by April 18 and we were able to make our triumphant return. If you're new to the blog, our cottage in Ontario's Muskoka region is accessible only by the sea, so to avoid a fate similar to the Titanic, all remnants of ice must be gone. At this point, sadly, I don't think we'll beat last year's record. But soon.
Last summer, after a bit of Cocktail Hour Booze Cruising, our docking didn't go as-planned. You see, I'm not a particularly coordinated human. When I was a kid, I fell down the stairs once a week. I kicked myself in the ankles when I walked. And I didn't learn to ride a bike until I was 12.
In this particular scenario, instead of jumping from the boat to the dock, I simply stepped right on into the lake. Oopsie. But I'd give anything to be up to my tits, one flip flop down, in that water. Soon.