I included a dead cicada I'd found,
as well as a porcupine jaw and tooth. These can be used in their Interpretation Centre.
Arrival
Sadly, the centres are closed, but Rebecca, the area supervisor and educator, told me where to leave them. I love how they have taken the old log homes and repurposed them.
Firstly, they wanted to see the lake.
It was peaceful, with the wind and the water.
I was puffing by the time I made it back to the top!
Isabelle wanted to take a photo of the mushroom.
There was an interpretive walk... I don't remember the book The Gruffalo, very much. The girls did. Iz took photos of all of the displays. They connected the story to the forest flora and fauna.
We went to the Foley Mountain lookout, still in Foley Mountain Park. You can see Westport from the lookout.
This is as far as I let the girls go.
There were 4 young people there. One was smoking. Seriously. Second hand smoke, the smell of it, reminds us how air borne illnesses travel.
After our hike, Grampa took us for ice cream. He was the only one with a mask, so we lined up with him, then waited at the exit door, while the woman in purple dropped the "F" bomb in conversation. Really, people...
We went down to Westport Harbour to eat our ice cream. From there, we went to the marina. The natural spring water was cold, and we rinsed our fingers there.
Arrival
Firstly, they wanted to see the lake.
It was peaceful, with the wind and the water.
There was an interpretive walk... I don't remember the book The Gruffalo, very much. The girls did. Iz took photos of all of the displays. They connected the story to the forest flora and fauna.
We went to the Foley Mountain lookout, still in Foley Mountain Park. You can see Westport from the lookout.
I spotted a caterpillar hanging from a tree. Sadly, Gypsy Moth... I couldn't focus the 2nd photo, but you can see the eggs on the tree. I showed the girls.
After our hike, Grampa took us for ice cream. He was the only one with a mask, so we lined up with him, then waited at the exit door, while the woman in purple dropped the "F" bomb in conversation. Really, people...
We went down to Westport Harbour to eat our ice cream. From there, we went to the marina. The natural spring water was cold, and we rinsed our fingers there.
On the drive home, we started talking about telling people the same thing several times. My late mother used to tell me things 3 times. We'd ask, "How many times have I told you?"
JB says, "Have I said this in my outside voice?"
Grampa told us the story about when they had to make puppets in school. He was 8 years old. His grandmother (he and his mother lived with his grandparents), made him a papier-mâché puppet. He held the puppet and sang a song for his performance: "♩♪♫ Hang down your head, Tom Dooley..." He regaled us with a few verses. We giggled. It's a pretty gruesome song for an 8-year-old!
Someone asked how long ago that would have been. He figured out it was 63 years ago. I've never been told that story!
6 comments:
...that cicada is beautiful unless it's eating your crops.
You certainly had a full day! You must have been tired at the end of it.
Paper machie, I remember that at primary school, and that song, as well, Guess your lakes and streams are cooling down now, we haver 2C in the porch, and -2 a wee way up past our small town. This is probably in an open area where there will be a good frost,.
Lovely series of photos of a beautiful nature spot and family and love Grandpa's puppet story ~ ^_^
Live each moment with love,
A ShutterBug Explores,
aka (A Creative Harbor)
Lovely outing!
I'm getting to the age where I'm saying have I told you this already - I like that phrase Have I told you this in my outside voice!! A hike with ice-cream sounds lovely!
Wren x
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