Back in the USSSA
We’re just shy of our departure from Toronto, after three very hot days spent mostly at the mercy of the humidity. I think the conclusion we’re coming to after similar experiences in DC, New York, and Montreal is that big cities are furnaces and we need to find richer friends who can afford air conditioning. That said, our friends are dolls for allowing us to add the heat of two bodies to their homely infernos.
Ian and Liz have regaled us with lots of talk about the apocalypse (food for thought: wouldn’t it be hilarious—in a oh crap kind of way—if we all ended up as refugees in the countries we’d originally migrated from and had to change our names back to the –Evsky and –Osky endings we dropped like hot potatoes when we came through Ellis Island?) and cooked us some incredible meals. Part of the credit there goes to the illustrious Jesse Brown (see the link in our links menu) for making some salt-encrusted, mustard-coated, syrupy-good ribs. As far as activities go, we went out to a funny little island right off the harbour here and sort of biked around and panted for a while. It turns out the island was hotter than the mainland, kind of cooking like corn in the hot lake. We went to the Bata Shoe Museum, which was peopled by the little-girls-love-ponies and Asian sets, but we learned a lot about shoes. They had an exhibit about the First Peoples of the North (Alaska, etc.), which included lots of coats (and surprisingly few shoes) made from fish skin, seal intestine, and birds. Seal intestine! And they looked a lot like the puffy marshmallow man jackets that the cool kids wore a few years back. Inuit-chic!
Before this we spent four extremely relaxing days at our friend Will’s cottage north of Toronto on the best little lake in the world. There were lots of morning swims, an abundance of water skiing (repeated engine failures with the boat made it even more of an adventure—and John made it up on a slalom ski!), and epic games of dominoes.
Pampered, rested, and a little sweaty, we’re ready to get back on the road. We’re heading to Niagara Falls now, and will camp on Lake Erie tonight. Tomorrow we’ll explore (in the best possible drive-by fashion) Cleveland and Detroit—again camping somewhere on the Lakes—and will arrive in Chicago on Sunday afternoon to stay with one of my dad’s cousins.
Ian and Liz have regaled us with lots of talk about the apocalypse (food for thought: wouldn’t it be hilarious—in a oh crap kind of way—if we all ended up as refugees in the countries we’d originally migrated from and had to change our names back to the –Evsky and –Osky endings we dropped like hot potatoes when we came through Ellis Island?) and cooked us some incredible meals. Part of the credit there goes to the illustrious Jesse Brown (see the link in our links menu) for making some salt-encrusted, mustard-coated, syrupy-good ribs. As far as activities go, we went out to a funny little island right off the harbour here and sort of biked around and panted for a while. It turns out the island was hotter than the mainland, kind of cooking like corn in the hot lake. We went to the Bata Shoe Museum, which was peopled by the little-girls-love-ponies and Asian sets, but we learned a lot about shoes. They had an exhibit about the First Peoples of the North (Alaska, etc.), which included lots of coats (and surprisingly few shoes) made from fish skin, seal intestine, and birds. Seal intestine! And they looked a lot like the puffy marshmallow man jackets that the cool kids wore a few years back. Inuit-chic!
Before this we spent four extremely relaxing days at our friend Will’s cottage north of Toronto on the best little lake in the world. There were lots of morning swims, an abundance of water skiing (repeated engine failures with the boat made it even more of an adventure—and John made it up on a slalom ski!), and epic games of dominoes.
Pampered, rested, and a little sweaty, we’re ready to get back on the road. We’re heading to Niagara Falls now, and will camp on Lake Erie tonight. Tomorrow we’ll explore (in the best possible drive-by fashion) Cleveland and Detroit—again camping somewhere on the Lakes—and will arrive in Chicago on Sunday afternoon to stay with one of my dad’s cousins.
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