Back safely from Cape Breton. Naturally, my duffel bag took a later flight, and I had to go back for it.
Sadly, fate took a hand the day before we left. Nearly sixteen months before his stroke and just under a year following his death, my grandmother has now joined her husband in the great Mystery.


Flora Mae was the last of my grandparents to leave us. Requiescat in pace.
I have many, many pictures from the trip, courtesy of my new digital camera. I will be working to collate them and make them available to interested parties in the coming weeks.
Next stop, appropriately enough, is the Celtic Roots Festival in Goderich. I get to avoid the cost of $25 for one day or a $55 open pass by the simple expedient of volunteering. Here's hoping it doesn't rain.