the mountains said I could find you here

this back house was used for storing dynamite. it has a concrete roof. like a bunker. there you learned something.

a girl at this coffee shop said she liked my shirt. compliments when you’re hung out of your life are the best.

for the price of our place in toronto (which we do not own) we could buy this building. get a tenant to pay our mortgage and i could run a fanciful store on the main floor and blog about all my eccentric customers. we want to be home owners so bad. i restrain myself from buying knick knacks and cool shit from yard sales and antique shops. no point until you have a place to permanently display all that crap.

this epic beauty belongs to the owner of the most successful strip club in london.

sean said it reminds him of the disney haunted mansion.

easy now.

territorial mother.

collective sigh.

the nite previous i almost went down that thing. so glad i didn’t, check what my ass’d have gone through at the bottom. pleasant.

traveling office. thankfully we did not end up camping. floor mattress it was and pretty comfortable sleeping actually. just before i woke up around 9 i was dreaming about kathleen eating crab legs tempura, like super long spindly deep friend motherfuckers. it wrenched me out of sleep and i almost spewed. luckily i was able to go back to sleep til about noon when birdman showed up to say bye.

i get to buy new flats as the right one has cow patty all over the side.

fil always has to dial his old house in mississauga from this phone which isn’t plugged in. normal.

came upon two enterprising adorable girls so we bought a cup each. i had iced tea, the boys had blueberry watermelon juice. combined we gave them 3.50 this reminds me of a joke i made the nite before, i called someone an entrepreneur but i forget why, though i am certain it was hilarious whatever it was.

tried to capture this last time we visited but it was nite and my flash kept bunging it up. got it this time. happy.

the healthy breakfast i am surprised i was able to get down considering the circumstances. i walked into town by myself in search of a pharmacy (hangover supplies) both were closed but in-walking i was sorted out just fine, and the coffee did wonders. i met the guys to have breakfast after that while they had milkshakes, after both consuming greasy spoon of their own. fil poured a cup of coffee into his. we used to put vanilla ice cream in our espressos i feel like i am talking too much about nothing right now.

hilarious to me as this is placed on a teeny field beside a river with a ten foot waterfall drop. why would anyone want to drive their camaro on that?

maybe i was a flower in a past life. just kidding i don’t believe in reincarnation. just kidding, i was a microphone.

this is where we watched the fireworks from the nite before, it was pretty windy and our canoes drifted a lot from the current, i had no idea we were that close to the shelf. that’d have been hilarious and terrible if we went over. some of our boats were tied together too hahaha. loads of pictures and videos of all that later.

nice hair.

this wreath kills me. i have a wreath weakness. probably thanks to my mother.

i attempted to hang out in the backyard but was riddled with some mighty ADD.

fil and sean’s grandfather (or great grandfather?) ran the brunswick house and it sure as shit is nothing close to as distinguished as is depicted in this painting. i have photos of a billy club he kept behind the bar, it has a lead covered end, it’s at fil’s mom’s oh there goes the laundry bell bye.