Words by Frances Rowat
Upper Canada Village today. Kingston. Dinner with Becky. The Long Sault and the Lost Islands. (Had never heard of them before.)
Cat here purrs like splitting celery. And is warm.
Probably not making 200 words today.
Back of thighs starting to ache really badly just above knees on the outside sides. Not used to this much walking.
Goodnight.
Went to the Granby Zoo today. Walked for about seven hours. My feet are gearing up to kill me, my hair smells faintly of something that I persist in identifying as llamas[1], and I don’t think I’ve been so ready to sleep so early in months.
I had a wonderful time. 😀
I have 380 pictures on my phone, and more on my camera (the batteries died). I’ll be sorting through those later, but I think some of them turned out pretty well. It was cold (7’C) and very seriously rainy; we’d been expecting a light drizzle. I ended up buying a disposable poncho in the guest shop for a couple of bucks. (I don’t think it was meant to be disposable, but after the rainbow lorikeets descended upon me en masse it got a couple of holes in it and the situation just got worse as the day progressed.)
Watched a tiger for about twenty minutes. She was playing with a giant plastic ball, which fell into the pond and which she then spent a quarter hour trying to get out. It didn’t work; she was sort of quite adorably sad. I took a *lot* of pictures, and really need to figure out exactly what the “action shot” mode on my camera phone is meant to do.
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[1] It’s totally not llamas. I suppose it’s “ruminants and straw”, or more generally “zoo”.
Puppy.
I have been mugged by giant eyes and a giddy Friday impulse. Blame John, too.