The last time Dean was in Waterloo, he was 3 years old, survived on Ritz crackers and, heck, we didn't remember to enroll him in preschool! Now he's 6'1" and is attending a statistics conference at the University of Guelph. What a happy coincidence that his conference coincided with our visit.
Today, we picked up Dean at his dorm and took a driving tour of Waterloo County, including a spin by the Grand River, and through the covered bridge, known as the Kissing Bridge; visited Conestoga, the St. Jacob's Mennonite Cemetery where his ancestors lie, and passed by little towns with pretty names like Maryhill, Elmira and Elora. They sound like love songs.
Later that afternoon, we arrived at the Columbia Forest Care Facility and spirited in some spirits - specifically a thermos full of Whisky Sours (Mytle's favourite). We absconded with Nana/Myrt to a picnic bench in the courtyard, where we five had a little drinking party, complete with healthy chips. Yee-ha.
We rounded off the day with dinner out at an all-you-can eat place called Crossroads and returned Dean home serenaded by a brilliant thunder storm. Tomorrow, we're off to Kingston.
Pictures will follow as soon as we can find WiFi.
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