Good Time Had

Just completed our annual (19th!) Home Alone weekend with the boys down in the Ottawa Valley.

[Historical note; origin of Home Alone was host's wife would take herself and the kids up to Northern Quebec for a month, subsequently leaving poor host home alone. However, when a good friend is in need, other good friends rush in.]

Due to the deteriorating condition of the author's memory, only a few photos were snapped this year.

Although due to the deteriorating condition of most of the boys, this actually works in your favour.

Here, a couple of the boys got business out of the way early.

The transaction; big, red truck for real, cold beer. Everybody wins.

[Ed. note: until the drive home. See "Northern Perplextions" blog link on the right for this date for more details.]

We all had a lot of fun playing various sporting games throughout the weekend. Golf, ring toss, croquet, etc.

Well, most of us did.

And it's never really Home Alone until the chain saws come out.

So everybody had a great time.

Well, almost everybody......

Okay, okay, when props are due, I prop freely.

For dinner Saturday night, one invited guest, a pilot who flies extensively in the far Canadian north, flew in with fresh Arctic Char, right out of Frobisher Bay. Thanks, Bob.

And Mr. P. rose to the occasion and grilled up the whole meal, painted legs and all. Great job, Calamine Man.