Cottage weekend

Almost immediately after we arrived home from Mexico (photos to come), we packed up to head to Gary & Leanne's cottage for the holiday weekend. Opening fishing season was enough reason.  ;)

 

I love spring. I love springtime colours in nature. There sure was an abundance of my favourite colours everywhere!  I do not love blackflies however. There was an abundance of those too.

 

Keith, Max and I slept in the cute little bunkie this time instead of bringing our tent trailer with us...

 

Impressive fireworks the first night....

 

The aftermath of muddy quadding adventures...

 

 

 

Unfortunately (and it's a big unfortunately) Max became sick in the middle of the first night we were up there. Bad sick. As in either the flu he somehow picked up in Canada or Montezuma's Revenge from Mexico. :( Most of the weekend looked like this for him....

 

 

We ate some reeeeeeeeally good meals. Seriously good. Sausage on a bun.... steak/baked potatoes/ceasar salad..... and bacon and scrambled eggs for brunch. YUM!

 

 

 

 

 

 

Our last morning there (our anniversary), the boys decided we had to go on a quadding adventure. Unfortunately it didn't work out as planned as one of the quads ran into problems. So it was very short. But memorable for sure!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Leanne and I stayed with the quads while the boys went to get a truck to pick up the "sick quad" that wasn't working. We kept those helmets on the whole time even though it was sooooo hot. We felt like bobbleheads! Those dang blackflies though....they were bad.

 

 

 

 

And this is kind of the scene for the week following our cottage weekend. Max sick. He made it to school a few times but I usually got a phone call to pick him up a few hours after he got there. Got checked out by the doctors to make sure he didn't contract a bacteria/parasite while in Mexico. Looks like he just had a dose of the flu and/or Montezuma's Revenge. Boo! NOT FUN.  This photo below was taken on Thursday evening after his first soccer game of the season. He thought he felt well enough to go and was very excited. I may have had doubts about him playing. But he went. The weather was nasty. Freezing cold, windy and raining. Max played the entire game, running like crazy, scoring two goals. (The ended up losing 4-3 to Wellesley) And then he came home, a frozen little block of shivering wetness. He got the chills. Bad chills. Then fever. OIYE. Thankfully the next morning he was over that. We put a small halt on sports until he's feeling 100% normal with this revenge business.