It’s September 3rd, but today (Saturday) it’s 36C? Overall it’s been an OK summer. August was hot but now with AC, life is much improved. The heat makes walking difficult though, so Tom and I have walked super early the last few days.
Today I drove over to the Strathcona Farmer’s Market around 8:30 am and was in Mill Creek Ravine by about 9:15 am. It’s been an awfully long time since I’ve been to the market or walked down in Mill Creek, and the last time the south end lower trail was blocked off for repairs. I wanted to see if it’s open and it is but it seems like a recent occurrence. The frost fences and signs were still there, just off to the side.
So happy to be back in ‘my’ ravine, which I know like the back of my hand. Lots of people down there as well taking advantage of the cool September morning before the sun (which is a bit orange from a fire in Jasper) beats the living hell out of everyone and their dog, many of whom were wet from the creek (the dogs that is).
As I expected, autumn is well underway in the ravine. Even though the city is still 95% green, the ravine — cooler and darker — is wearing its fall trousers. There is the tiniest hint of autumnal rot in the air, a welcome scent. There are also lots of leaves on the ground, and the creek, with very little rain in August, is extremely low, but not so low that the dogs can’t splash and play, which is really all that matters. Saw a kid down there with a pail as well.
I didn’t walk the full length of the ravine, just a taste, and was back to my car before the heat had well and truly settled on the city. It was still coolish inside (where all my market treasures, like MacIntosh apples for future pies) because I had parked under one of the enormous trees that canopy the streets in Strathcona/Mill Creek. All in all, a productive and beautiful morning.
Back from a whirlwind five day trip to Toronto for the wedding of Danny (Tom’s son) and Rachel. Now Tom has two daughters named Rachel!
It was the first trip for me since March 2020 and our first trip together EVER, which is odd since we’ve been a couple for about eight years, but here we are.
It was a great trip and one of the warmest and happiest weddings I’ve ever been to. We arrived on Thursday, August 18 and had a little trouble connecting with our shuttle to the Best Western, but it eventually came and we got to the hotel around 7 pm. We had dinner, watched a little TV and then collapsed into bed.
The next day (Friday), we didn’t do much. Tom didn’t feel like exploring the city (we were about 25 to 35 minutes via Uber from downtown Toronto) so he slept and I wandered around in the vicinity of the hotel, which was located near the airport in Mississauga. Not much to see but there was a nearby creek and a ubiquitous Tim Horton’s and I actually found a small Sobey’s which was great because in spite of all my lists and organization, I forgot to pack my toothbrush. So toothbrush, Timmy’s Iced Capp and a couple of muffins in hand, I walked ‘home’ in the 27C heat. Needless to say, it wasn’t the heat, it was the humidity. The entire time I was in Toronto I was damp.
That evening we Uber’d to Rachel’s sister Anna’s place for a pre-wedding family dinner. The route to their place was one freeway or construction site after another and it took a long time, but when we turned the corner into their neighbourhood, the scene turned from grey to green. Lush green, with lots of flowers and big, brick homes. Their place on Wembley Road is stunning. We do not have any houses like this in Edmonton. For one thing, few houses are made of brick and the other, most of these homes are about 100 years old or more. I feel like I know these houses from the many HGTV shows I watch that are set in Toronto, but seeing them in person was really something. Kinda felt a little like London.
There were more people than I thought there would be but Rachel has a big (and wonderful!) family. It was also the first time I’ve formally met Philippa, Tom’s ex-wife, but that went very well. Sam was also there but not Tom’s daughter Rachel, who was arriving in Toronto later in the evening with her boyfriend. Some good conversations, but I mostly kept to the periphery, as is my usual position at parties.
The next day we took another Uber to a Thai restaurant to have lunch with Sam, Rachel and Rachel’s boyfriend Pier-luc, who we were meeting for the first time (he seemed great!). Good food, good company. I had broken my sunglasses the night before, and Sam and Rachel needed cards, so after lunch Sam navigated to a Shopper’s close to Danny and Rachel’s, and then to the wedding itself (in their backyard), so about a half hour total. I wasn’t expecting to walk and I was in my wedding gear, so the humidity and heat did a number of annoying things to me, including changing my hair from pleasantly coiffed to simultaneously frizzy and flat (frazzed? flizzed?) and covering my entire body in a slick layer of coconut-scented sweat. Painfully, it also caused my sandals to manifest a few blisters on my slippery feet. I arrived at the wedding limp and wet, but cold beer and water are the great revivers.
The wedding itself was lovely. Informal, friendly, warm, funny and overall just incredibly enjoyable. The attire was everything from shorts to suits. Rachel’s heritage is Jewish, so there were a few traditional gestures – the chuppah (canopy), a beautiful song sung by Rachel’s aunt, the breaking of a glass, the hora, or circle dance (where I was just damn grateful I didn’t trip and bring the whole thing down) and finally, the lifting of Danny and Rachel on chairs. I have a great action shot of Danny being launched off the chair.
Danny and Rachel were actually married earlier in the day, I think, so that their friend Josh, who is not an officiant, could MC the ceremony which was good thinking because he was very funny. After the couple sweetly exchanged vows (privately), rings and kisses, Tom and Philippa and Rachel’s parents were invited up to give their speeches, which went very well. Tom especially was relieved that the speech part was over and he could relax, and even more pleased when folks came up after to express how much they liked it. After that, the party began in earnest with food, music and dancing. In fact, I couldn’t get Tom off the dance floor! Danny and Rachel sang a couple of songs and did a great job curating the music. There was even some Abba and a Grateful Dead song. It was very hot and humid, but the wedding was fantastic, one of the best I’ve been to for sure. Danny and Rachel are lucky to have found one another and their circle of friends and family are truly wonderful.
It took awhile to get our Uber but we made it home sometime after midnight. The next morning was our day trip to Niagara Falls.
This trip was the first time I had ever used Uber and it was pretty seamless. On a couple of occasions, Tom asked the drivers where they were from. This is not an uncommon practice (to my horror) when he encounters someone who is darker skinned and speaks with an accent. Tom is a world traveller and his intention with these questions is to prompt a conversation about Africa or wherever people are from, and 100% of the time, folks are very receptive…once they find out that he knows about or has visited the places they’re from. However, I can imagine the immediate apprehension they must feel being asked ‘where are you from’ from a older, white man. One of our drivers was from India and another from the Congo, and Tom and these guys became best pals by the end of the ride, exchanging familiar locations and in the case of the Congolese guy, a shared love of the music of Tabu Ley Rochereau, Mbilia Bel and Franco Luambo. I knew that when we got home Tom would be listening to this music again, and I was not disappointed (honestly, it beats the Grateful Dead). As Tom frequently mentions, his son Sam has a much deeper knowledge of this music than he does.
The following day, the alarm went off at 6 am for our 8 am Niagara Falls day tour bus pick up. Once again, we took an Uber to downtown Toronto, in this case Ripley’s Aquarium, which is right next to the CN Tower and between the Roger’s Centre where the Blue Jays play, and the Scotia Centre, where the Raptors and Leafs play. It’s a busy spot, but not that morning as we scoured the area for a bathroom. Happily, the bus driver said he would make a pit stop for Tom half way through the two-hour trip, which alleviated Tom’s worry.
Niagara Falls was breathtaking, as you would expect. We first went up the Skylon Tower for a bird’s eye view, and then to the Falls which as most people know, features the only ok American falls, and the spectacular Canadian falls, also known as Horseshoe Falls. We chose not to take the Maid of the Mist boat, and instead had lunch and wandered the length of the falls. The area around is very cheesy, almost like a low-end carnival, and after two and a half years of being around very few people, the crowds were nuts. In fact, everywhere we went, there were crowds and crowds of people. Also for the first time in two and a half years, neither Tom nor I were wearing masks. It was very much like the beforetimes, and I liked it.
When I booked the day trip, I thought it would be less structured than it turned out to be. The driver talked the whole time in a weird sort of monotone, focusing on the many people who had died going over the falls or some other local adventure. The death roll continued throughout the entire trip, as the area is home to several historical sites, most often involving the War of 1812 or some other instance where the Americans tried and failed to take over Canada. I mean, we definitely have the better waterfall.
We also visited several other attractions on the way home, including Niagara-on-the-Lake, which at some point had been voted the prettiest town in Canada. It was, indeed, very pretty, but also very, very crowded. We strolled the streets and had some raspberry sorbet, and then headed back to the bus. The rest of the way home was mostly a series of lurches. It seemed to take hours. So. much. traffic. headed into Toronto, and it didn’t help that the Red Hot Chili Peppers were playing the stadium right next to our drop off spot. Somehow, we managed to get an Uber and back to our hotel by about 7 pm. I was anticipating a nice dinner at the hotel restaurant but for some reason it was closed so under very dark skies we walked to Tim Horton’s and brought our veggie wraps back to our room just minutes before it started to pour.
The final leg of our trip began at 4 am the next morning. We boarded the shuttle to the airport at 5 am, and entered the airport at 5:15 for our 7 am departure. There have been all sorts of horror stories about Pearson and all the snaking lines and delays. I think it was voted the worst airport in the world earlier in the summer, so I was braced for chaos. However, our boarding passes were already loaded on my phone, so with our carry on luggage, we walked directly to security to join a very long line, but were ushered out of that line by an airport person who said (looking at Tom), the elderly and families can go in this line, which consisted of one family who were already making their way through the door. We were both laughing. Tom says, well I guess it pays to be a senior! I said, they’re not calling you a senior, they’re calling you elderly! Ha! I will admit that it’s impossible to look ‘fresh’ at 4 am, but ‘elderly’ is a bit of a stretch. Nevertheless, from the moment we entered Pearson to sitting comfortably at our gate was maybe 20 minutes. Thanks Tom!
It was a fabulous trip. Toronto sucks thanks to the suffocating traffic and crowds, but the company was awesome and it was wonderful seeing Tom’s kids again. We are ever so grateful to Danny and Rachel, and Rachel’s family, for hosting the wedding. We loved it and had a lot of fun.
Both Tom and I really missed our cat Sweet Pea, especially Tom I think, but we came home to a purring and happy kitty thanks to Barb who stayed with her while we were away. We also came home to an air conditioned house, and weather that, while hot, wasn’t trying to kill us with humidity. Sweet Pea was a little spooked at first, but within a few minutes settled into her usual behaviour, with perhaps a slightly elevated demand for belly rubs.
Hard to know if this should be under the heading of: a day in the life of Donna or; you can’t write this stuff.
Tom and I were out for an evening walk, and I tripped. Didn’t hurt myself too much, a slightly scraped hand, broken sunglasses, a sore boob. The usual. The funny part was that an hour prior, I had put on some fake tan stuff on my legs. As we were walking, I said to Tom, “this is great because I just put some self tanner on my legs so I need to stay upright.” Actually, more like, …upriiiiiiggghhttahhh. Literally, I tripped as that word came out of my mouth.
I usually trip once a year. I guess considering the number of walks I go on and the amount of territory I cover, it’s not a surprise that I trip every now and then, but I do seem to trip more than others. The other thing is that I always fall forward, other than that spectacular fall backward on black ice in 2020. I think I need to work on my core strength.
Other than that, a really beautiful evening walk. 23C. Doesn’t seem quite as humid.
I was weeding this morning and a juvenile magpie popped over and posed for some photos, mostly from her perch on Earth Pig — prime hunting ground for peanuts (or so I’m told). Very calm. Ludicrously gorgeous. I edited down from about 100 photos.
Gorgeous late afternoon walk with Tom through Whitemud Ravine North from Rainbow Valley Road to the river. We left at 3:30 to beat the heat and for the most part, it was not too bad (in the shade). Not even that hot compared to last year’s sweltering summer.
It’s been awhile since I’ve been in this part of Whitemud. For one thing, I was avoiding the green leafroller caterpillar infestation of June, and also, I have less time for walks like this, at least during the week. It was supposed to be my ‘Donna solo walk day’, but since we were going to Sharon’s, I invited him along and we both had a great time.
Although the creek seemed low in places, the foliage was full on jungle. All the rain we got in May/June helped. We could use some rain again.
As I may have mentioned once or twice in this blog, there is very often something that happens on every walk that makes it stand out in some way — like, this is the thing I was meant to see, or hear. I always know that moment. Today, it was a crab spider blushing pink inside a wild rose blossom. I’m not a huge fan of spiders in the house, but outside they can be quite interesting. I’ve seen the odd crab spider in my lifetime, and they are always white, but in this case it had taken on the colour of the flower, which it can do given the right circumstances. Lucky me.
I had gone off trail to be closer to the river and when I was finished drinking in the delirious sounds of Whitemud Creek rushing madly toward the river, I looked around at the damp woods and spotted something in the yellow filaments of a wild rose. Behold, a pink crab spider (which I later identified). This is what I had come to see, apparently. Once I photographed her and thanked her for not moving, I couldn’t wait to share the news.
Lately, my introverted self has been suffering from lack of alone time, so I tearily proposed to Tom that once a week I head off on my own for a walk. This was one of them, and it was spectacularly eventful, at least in a quiet and sweetly personal way which is my favourite kind of event.