Monday, March 19, 2018

The Story of March Break

Hot chocolate in a hand-made cavern

This post is devoted entirely to our relatively jam-packed March Break. In what is now a second annual tradition, Bill and Barb (ie, Grandma and Grandpa) rented a chalet in the small New Brunswick town of Richibucto for a couple of days, and invited us along.  Besides being a beautiful spot, this chalet boasts close proximity to Kouchibouguac National Park, a winter haven for those who love cross-country skiing, sledding, and any number of other snow-based activities. 

Clark and the kids were quick to accept the invitation, though I knew I wouldn't have much fun this time around.  I'm still nauseous daily, and being on the cusp of my third trimester, was leery to  spend my days doing activities where I would most definitely take a number of tumbles. My plan, therefore, was to just hunker down in Dartmouth, having a quiet (albeit very lonely) week to myself.  

With literally 30 minutes before departure, however, I made a very spontaneous decision to pack my bags and join in -- not on the winter retreat, but rather for a week in Fredericton. My plan was to stay at my parent's house, and take advantage of Deborah's (ie, Clark's mom's) amazing pottery studio.  Really, I think it was the thought of spending a few days with my hands in clay that sold me in the end. I can't use my own little garage-based "studio" in the winter until Clark gets around to building a wall (therefore enabling a constant warmish temperature). It has literally been months since I've been able to make anything, and I yearned for it.

So, having weathered a big Maritimes-based snowstorm on Friday (which made driving impossible,  but blessed an otherwise barren Kouchibouguac with a huge dump of snow), we all headed out on Saturday.  Phase one of March Break: a few days of all four of us hanging out in Fredericton.


Linden discovers my mom's accordion. He was enthralled.

Juniper discovers a little synth that plays beats and rhythms. She was enthralled (the rest of us not so much).

Liz and Pat visit!

Linden finds a random huge marionette on the inglenook (naturally), and gives a show through the slots in the stairs.
 Phase two of March Break: the Kouchibouguac/Fredericton split.  Knowing we were getting another huge couple of snowstorms starting on Tuesday afternoon, Clark and the kids packed up as early as possible Tuesday morning, and headed on their way, dropping me off at the studio before they left.  I can safely say that both parties had a whale of a time.  It snowed steadily for a good three days, which did not deter anybody. The Kouchibouguac team skied, sledded, built extensive snow tunnels/caverns, and played games or jammed when it was too stormy for outdoor activities:

Juniper and Bill on the beautiful cross-country tracks

Linden was keen on going as fast as humanly possible

Day two - Juniper totally hit her stride.

The big sledding hill

The synth came with the kids, and Scott and Linden rock out
Tunnelling into the massive snow drifts outside the chalet 

Rosy-cheeked and happy as a clam

Like father, like son

Mid-leap...

... abd exultant landing

Making hot chocolate in the cavern with Aunt Theresa

Enjoying the spoils with Scott

Linden carefully considers his option in a game of chess
Sunny breakfast

Meanwhile, back in Fredericton, I was making daily pilgrimages from my parent's house to Deborah's studio.  I was actually worried I would be unable to get there on Wednesday, as it stormed all day long.  Luckily, it is a very short little drive (in fact, I often walk between houses when the river path is passable), so mom was able to drop me off and pick me up during lulls in the snow.  I spent hours and hours in there, throwing, trimming, glazing, and loading/unloading the kiln.  It was actually quite productive, and a marvellous bit of therapy/diversion.  I took no pictures in the midst of it all, but I did snap a couple of shots of the aftermath:

I had a bunch of stuff that I had thrown long ago, and was finally able to be glaze-fired
An entire shelf of newly thrown and trimmed pots, in both buff and red clay. I was particularly interested in big bowls, clearly.
Finally, after a few days of our own amazing adventures, Clark and the kids rejoined me in Fredericton.  It was so nice that we decided to stay an extra day before heading back to Nova Scotia.  Clark and I got to join some of our oldest friends for a drink and chat on Thursday night (Jane and Christie, who live in Fredericton, and Zsofi, who was also visiting for the break), and then we spent the better part of Friday hanging out at the Koller's beautiful Mactaquac home with Zsofi and the girls. It was lovely.

The boys dig out the solid chunks of ice at the end of the driveway

Eating a yummy lunch with Eva and Sylvie

Taking advantage of the Foosball Table

Group shot.  How cute are these kids?

Linden and Bob watch curling. Enthralling, no doubt.
And... that was that about that!  It was a super easy trip back (no crazy snow squalls like we had weathered on the way down), and we had a full buffer day before the kids headed back to school.  It was gorgeous and sunny, so we headed to Point Pleasant park, which is a favourite hike and play destination in Halifax:

Hanging out on a big piece of beach driftwood, after mining for "beautiful shells"

Playing gleefully among the old barracks.
Snack break

Hiding behind the big brick roof

When else do you get to stand on, and then leap off of roofs?

I include this because if you look carefully, you can see a big black tummy sticking out of my not-fully-closed coat.

Posed shot. Album cover?
And here we are, hanging out on Monday morning,  mentally rejuvenated from our adventures. I say "we",  as Linden is here with me, nursing what appears to be a sprained ankle (likely from all that jumping and running around the old forts). He has so far watched two episodes of Blue Planet, and hopped his way around the house. I believe I am in for a (very) long day hanging out with a kid who normally needs a huge amount of physical play to keep himself amused.  Ah, well. See you next time!

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