Mini Honeymoon Pt. 2 - Tia and Graham's Cottage on Skeleton Lake!

One of the bittersweet moments at our wedding was saying goodbye to our friends Tia and Graham, who have moved out to New Brunswick for a new job at a private school there. We'll miss them, but it's a great opportunity for them and a great excuse for Tim and I to make plans to visit the east coast! They also graciously offered to let us use their cottage on Skeleton Lake when we have time until they get back late next spring. With Tim teaching Saturdays at Lakefield College, I don't know how often we'll be able to make that happen, but we're definitely going to try!

We were happy to head up on the Labour Day weekend before Tim started teaching. It's only a couple of hours away if we beat the cottage traffic, which we managed to do on Friday by leaving work early. I was more than a little worried when the rain started pouring down in Bracebridge - we could hardly see the cars ahead of us! That didn't bode well for us canoeing in and of course, Tim hadn't brought a tarp. We tried to find somewhere to buy one in Bracebridge, but no luck. Luckily by the time we got to the launch point on Skeleton Lake (their cottage is water access only) the rain had tapered off to almost nothing. We (and by we I mean Tim) are chronic overpackers. We were only going for three nights! Why did we need this much stuff! We had a cooler, two big bags of food, a bag of booze, a bag of mix, the laptop, two duffel bags of clothes, and the camera and tripod. Our canoe is a beast - almost three feet wide in the middle, fully fifteen feet long, weighs around 90 lbs. Even with that kind of transport, we were LOW in the water. I wasn't sure how far it was to the cottage and, I'll admit, was a bit nervous. Skeleton Lake isn't your typical Muskoka cottage lake. Rather than being a glacial lake (long and narrow), it's a meteor crater, so it is deep and wide. At one point we came over a shoal and I remarked to Tim about how much better I felt when I could see the bottom. His completely NOT reassuring response was along the lines of, "Oh, actually, we're still really deep here - it's just that the water is so clear!" Thanks, tips. That makes me feel MUCH better. Just like his comment about how the water was much rougher than he had thought it would be and that we were moving up and down in about six inch swells with only four inches of water clearance at the middle of the canoe. I told him six inches was an exaggeration (that's what she said!) so he proceeded to bounce up and down in the back to make it worse. Jerk.

The rain pouring down in Bracebridge.

We did manage to arrive safely after about a half hour of paddling, which is really short. It's also a great paddle - the shoreline is beautiful and the water really is crystal clear. So when you can see the bottom, you can see everything. We spent the evening getting situated, relaxing, having a few drinks, and having lots of cheese! 

Did we pack enough for one weekend?

Don't worry, one of those is mine - a gift from Carley and Pete for the wedding!

Sad face! Tim knocked me into a wall when we were moving a mattress. Plus I have a weird mohawk bump thing going on in my ponytail. That makes everyone sad.

Crostini for cheese!

Mmmmm - Grey Owl!! I don't care if you think it looks gross, I don't know why everyone feels they need to tell me that. The external coating is not mold, it's vegetable ash. And with my homemade cherry mustard, even Tim liked this and he is NOT a funky or a goat cheese type of person. And yes, insulting my favourite cheese is somewhat like insulting my as-yet-unconceived firstborn child.

Great selection! Clockwise from the crostini: aged gouda, cherry mustard, Bothwell smoked cheddar, Grey Owl, Hatch Chili mustard, an aged sheep's milk cheese, maple ice jelly, pear jelly. The cheese and pear jelly is from Chasing the Cheese, while the hatch chili mustard and maple ice jelly are from Firehouse Gourmet. 

Delicious cheese face.

While people elsewhere may have been cursing the cold, wet weather on Saturday, Tim and I were loving it. We slept in, made a leisurely breakfast. Tim continued to read Shantaram (looonnnggg book, he's been picking through it for most of the year) while I powered through the backlog of magazines I've been accumulating and not reading for the last couple of months due to wedding planning. It started to clear up in the late afternoon, so we enjoyed some dock time. Drank champagne with the gorgeous blown glass goblets Tia made us as part of our wedding gift. After making dinner we headed to the neighbouring cottage, which is owned by Graham's parents. They were having a big shindig with family and other cottagers. It always amazes me, how small the world is. Out of the dozen or so adults there, one was a geologist who had worked extensively in Nunavut, and two of them had visited or lived in Morocco. We had a great discussion about the north and relations in Africa with all the problems right now in Egypt, as well as talking about Syria. When the sun started to go down, most of us went back to Tia and Graham's dock to watch a really beautiful sunset. Tim cracked open his scotch and shared it around. After the sun had gone down and everyone had left, Tim and I couldn't stop exclaiming over how perfect a day it had been. We were just so relaxed. Hard to remember the crazy amount of stress we were under not too long ago.

Opening the first of two bottles of champagne we drank this weekend!

Mimosas in the morning!

Tim attempting to make guacamole.

Guacamole fail. Icky avocado.

Our incredible new customized Badger paddles!! We loved this wedding gift from Jess, Mike, Tobey, and Andrew!

Badger, badger, badger, badger - MUSHROOM, MUSHROOM!

Twitter at the cottage? Tim's in heaven.

Frog One of Five.

Frog Two of Five!

Couldn't believe the perfect reflection of Tim in the frog pond.

Tim posted this to Facebook with the caption, "Reflective Pond-ering." Har-har.

Watching the frogs!

What a gorgeous day!

Rum and magazines!

Oh, the bracing lake water really makes a man feel alive!

"Come hug me!" "No." "Pleeeeaaaassseeee?" "No." "You'll like it!" "No."

Falling over face!

Whale tattoo! Wedding ring! Lake!

Enjoying our champagne in the afternoon.

Tia is so great - aren't these goblets amazing?!

Enjoying the afternoon.

The start of an absolutely gorgeous sunset.

I wish we saw sunsets like this every day!

Cassiopeia.

The big dipper!

Sunday was the nicest day we had, so we got up earlier to enjoy the sunshine on the official last long weekend of summer! We canoed out to a couple of small islands that show the edge of the impact crater. The first was really strange - just covered in seagull carcasses and bones. It was actually really creepy. The second was a lot smaller and obviously was where all the live seagulls went, because the entire island was painted in long streaks of bird poop. Ew. We didn't get off there. We paddled over to the far east shore of the lake and worked our way back along the shoreline. Tim caught three progressively smaller rock bass. I wanted to hike up the one cliff face to where there was an Inukshuk perched on the top, but there were big no trespassing signs and I'm a wussy when it comes to that stuff.

Tim trying to get me to swim again. The water was beautiful. Just too cold. No thanks!

Tim rounding the point.

The water is actually twenty or thirty feet deep here, but Tim found a huge boulder to stand on.

Canoeing to the islands!

That is a nice paddle you have there!

Fishing, but no luck.

Here, Tim, you paddle. I'll be lazy and take squinty-eyed photos of myself.

Yay, Tim finally caught a fish!

Oooo, he has another one on!

And it's a monster!!

This lake is huge, it has to have bigger fish than this!

 . . . Nope. 

I spent another afternoon on the dock with a rum and coke and more of my magazines before Matt and Teri came down from the cottage they were visiting near Sudbury. The boys went fishing with no more success than Tim had had earlier while Teri and I hung out on shore and caught up (not that we hadn't just seen Matt and Teri on Thursday). After the boys got back we made a gigantic supper of BBQd steak and vegetables and corn on the cob. Matt almost immediately passed out into a meat coma, but we roused him long enough for Tim and I to lose at Pictionary. It was an easy concession because Matt and Teri are MUCH better artists than Tim and I.

Tim continuing to fish after we got back to the cottage. He got his line stuck and had to take the canoe out to get it out. Only he didn't take any paddles with him. 

Again with the rum and magazines. This is my ideal life.

After Matt and Teri got there, at least Tim had someone enthusiastic to fish with.

Teri and I would rather enjoy the late summer sun.

Awww - family cuddles. It was so exciting that the baby was moving!

We made too much.

Sunday dawned extremely crappy again. The boys got up early to go fishing, but I just went back to sleep. Matt made us a big breakfast once they got back with bacon, eggs, and steak. A man's breakfast! We all just vegged most of the day. Played puzzles, read, I blogged and worked on the computer. There was a strong northwest wind coming in and we were worried about how we'd get back to the arena. It did not look canoeable, which had been the plan. Luckily Graham's parents were okay with Tim driving them into the marina in their boat and then coming back for the rest of us. Matt volunteered to sit in the canoe as we towed it back to the marina. It was SO rough! As long as he stayed in the wake of the boat and didn't do anything ridiculous, it was perfectly safe. However, it's Matt and that just isn't the way he does things!! At one point he gave us all a heart attack when he managed to rock himself out of the wake. He almost flipped, and then when Tim stopped so we could get him back in the wake, his momentum pushed him into the back of the boat and he almost turned over again! Ah! Rollwagens! 

Opening the second bottle of champagne.

So exciting!

Ugh. Brrrr. You really can't tell from the photos here just how rough it was. I'll put up a video later.

Tim and Matt assessing the situation.

Might as well enjoy what little dock time is left!

Tim actually paying attention to his driving in the rough weather.

Our super safe plan to get the canoe back. At least Matt is wearing a life jacket!

Hi! Hi guys! How's the boat? The canoe's great!

Look at me! No hands!!

*sigh* Rollwagens.

Our Wedding Music: Jess and Dhruv, Farrucas, and Glee!

Besides asking me to marry him and telling me that I couldn't have a poufy dress, Tim's first contribution to the wedding planning was that he really wanted Jess to sing and Dhruv to play guitar at the ceremony. We are completely blessed by our musically talented friends. Jess was way more on the ball than we were. She sent us lists of songs that she thought could work. Her favourite was Alexei Murdoch's Orange Sky, but we were planning on going with Christina Perri's A Thousand Years until I bought the new Sara Bareilles album, The Blessed Unrest. I instantly fell in love with the whole album, especially I Choose You. It was the perfect song to walk down the aisle to. Even better, it's beautifully suited to Jess's voice. 

Sara Bareilles singing I Choose You live

Tina's photo of Jess and Dhruv playing I Choose You at the wedding

We stumbled onto our musical act for the wine and cheese portion of the night. While we were down in Toronto with Tim's family for the Heart and Stroke Ride for Heart in May, we went out to eat at Sorento Mediterranean Cuisine and they had a mind-blowing Latin duo playing there called Farrucas. Literally, our minds were blown - we stayed extra-long just to listen to them. I don't know who initially suggested that it would be cool if they could play at the wedding, but Tim latched onto the idea immediately and went up to speak to them. We couldn't believe they were actually free for our wedding date and reasonably priced at $400 for an hour of play time. That amount included all of their travel from Markham to Cavan and all of their equipment and setup. We booked right away and then swore Chris, Wendy, and Dean all to secrecy. They were our little surprise for our guests.

Farrucas at the Markham Music Festival this summer

CFC Pix's photo of Chris and Elise dancing to Farrucas during the wine and cheese

We threw around a lot of suggestions for our first dance song, from country to Dave Matthews. Michael Buble's Close Your Eyes off of his new album was a frontrunner. Tim even wanted to make a mashup of Close Your Eyes and the song we did finally pick. We decided to go with the Glee cover of Fleetwood Mac's Songbird by Naya Rivera. I feel like this song is such a perfect representation of how I feel for Tim. 

The lyrics version of Naya Rivera singing Fleetwood Mac's Songbird

CFC Pix's photo of Tim and I during our first dance to Songbird

For my song with Dad, it had to be country or old rock and roll. Some of my strongest and most touching memories from when I was young are listening to Dad's old records. He has such a love for music and he's an amazing dancer. I remember asking him to dance with me when I was in high school, after we had learned the two-step as part of dance week in phys ed. I don't know what two-step I was doing versus what he thought the two-step was, but we were four left feet! Mom and him even met back at the community dances they used to hold in Arkona, where he used to burn up the floor. I seriously considered Ernie Ford's Eighteen Tons, which holds such a strong association to Dad for me, but it isn't a good dancing song. I finally settled on George Strait's I Cross My Heart. While some people may consider that this song is mainly about romantic love, I couldn't help but apply the sentiment in the lyrics to my relationship with Dad. Romantic love is not unconditional, no matter what people want. My Dad's love for me is. I know - I've tested it in so many ways over the years! There is no one in my life who would ever give up as much for me as Dad would be willing to. I'm listening to the song as I write this and tearing up. Dancing with him at my wedding to this song was such a perfect moment for me. Plus he looked so handsome!

The lyrics video of George Strait's I Cross My Heart

Dad and I dancing together - look at how tall he looks!

Tim made finding his song to dance to with his Mom much easier - he asked Wendy! I had a sneaking suspicion that she would pick one of her favourite songs, and she did. Wendy and Tim both thought of this song as it reminded them of each other and bonding over it years before.  They danced to Israel Kamakawiwo'ole's Somewhere Over The Rainbow (What a Wonderful World).

Israel Kamakawiwo'ole singing Somewhere Over The Rainbow

Tim and Wendy dancing to Somewhere Over the Rainbow

Mini Honeymoon Pt. 1 - Old Ormsby Schoolhouse

After going canoeing last Monday at the Hastings Resort, we decided to do a bit of exploring around the area before dinner. We drove through Orsmby into Coe Hill, where basically nothing was open (not that there is too much there to begin with). We did see signs for a flea market store that was open on Clayton Cove Rd. Tim really loves antiquing and flea markets, so we drove out. It was a bit like a scene from a psychologically terrifying horror movie. It was at the lady's house. It was mostly glassware and ceramics - some of which were really nice. Tim admired their tankard collection while I was coveting a cobalt blue glass pitcher. However, the woman followed us around this small, crammed old house, giving us unwanted marriage advice, as well as advice on where we should have held our wedding. She kept pressing pamphlets on us, both for her own store and various stores around the area. When she started to give us duplicate copies, I told her I already had some, but she said that she wanted us to have them anyways so that we could give them out to our friends. We left without buying anything, mostly because I was so uncomfortable with the whole situation - otherwise I really would have bought some of the cobalt glassware. When we tried to get out, she had locked us in with her! Tim even commented on it and she responded back that it let her keep people longer so that she had someone to talk to . . . *crickets* So. Creepy.

She did, however, in her reams of suggestions, point out that the Old Ormsby Schoolhouse was a great place to have lunch close by. She even gave us a brochure for them. It caught Tim's interest and was right beside the Old Hastings Mercantile & Gallery, which Tim and I had seen on our way into Coe Hill and had wanted to check out anyways. We went to the Old Hastings Gallery first and I'm so glad we did! It was the most amazing little gift shop, full of great old candy and neat products. We were drawn in right away by the incredible wood sculptures out front. If I had had an extra $350 in my pocket, the heron out front would have been coming home with me! I did buy hard taffy and a maple syrup candle (getting ready for fall!). The owners, Lillian and Gary, were so helpful and sweet - Lillian even gave us a sweet little gift after we told her we had just gotten married. We also bought our first Christmas present of the season here and I'm SO excited for Dean and Wendy to open it! I feel like we need to go back, though - there were a few other things we saw here that would make excellent gifts.

Exterior of the Old Ormsby Schoolhouse, located just off of Highway 620 east of Ormsby on Old Hastings Rd

The Old Orsmby Schoolhouse was just as great of a find/creepy suggestion. It was PACKED when we went in. We actually got the last available table. Their slogan is "'Educated Dining' and Tea House" and it was a perfect place to have lunch. The owners, Ernie and Debbie Pattison, restored a century schoolhouse for their wedding reception and then turned it into the restaurant. The open layout really encourages conversation. Tim and I got to talking with two separate tables, one about cottage country in Ontario (they were from Pennsylvania) and the other about how teaching in Ontario has evolved over the last fifty years or so. It's such a friendly place! The decor is adorable, too - lots of antique things to look at. The food was delicious and exactly what we needed on a cold, wet day. Tim had the Swingin' Shepherd's Pie and I had the  Scottish Pasta - MacRowknee and Cheese. Both came with the tea room's amazing scones, piping hot and heavily scented with nutmeg. We also both chose to have the spinach salad with strawberries and almonds on the side. I don't know why I don't buy poppyseed dressing more often. That salad was so amazing - I finished it before I even touched my mac and cheese. We coerced ourselves into sharing a piece of carrot cake for dessert and it was easily big enough for two. I'll risk not being allowed back, but the carrot cake was just a little on the dry side. Lots of cream cheese icing more than made up for that, though. I would definitely go back and would love to try the high tea. It comes on a three-layered cake plate and has fruit, scones with preserves and fresh whipped cream, tea sandwiches, and desserts. Tea is also available with every meal and they had a good list. Tim should drink tea more often, given how he was moaning over his. I also liked that they had more than a couple varieties of green tea. 

The quaintly beautiful inside of the Old Ormsby Schoolhouse and Tea Room

Our Wedding Wine and Labels: ASPaperie

Dean and Wendy very generously offered to make the wine for our wedding. Extremely generously, considering they wound up making 180 bottles when we were only ever planning on 150 guests. Dean has been making wine for years at The Village Wine Shoppe in Bridgenorth. He made 90 bottles each of their pinot grigio and African pinotage.

Tina Beynen's photo of our wine bottles already opened and being enjoyed at the wedding!

Unfortunately, I had the hardest time picking wedding wine labels. None of the options that The Village Wine Shoppe offered appealed to me, and most of the popular sites online didn't seem to have anything simple enough to suit what I wanted. I just wanted chalkboard! Why is it that the simplest things are often the most expensive?

I finally turned to Etsy to find a seller that would just design and provide what I wanted. Andrea of ASPaperie out of Miami, Florida was amazing to work with during the design phase of the wine labels. Unfortunately once we had received them and I was confused about the lack of an actual chalkboard texture to the labels (it showed on her test proofs but then not at all on the actual labels), I e-mailed her and still haven't received a response. Not a huge deal, considering we did love the labels themselves, but for $2 a piece, I would have expected exactly what the proofs had shown. 

Our exact wine labels in this product ad from ASPaperie.

Wine label proof sent from ASPaperie prior to production.

The wine labels were beautiful quality. We did have some trouble getting them to affix to cold bottles, but once the bottles were a bit warmer they stuck perfectly. The Village Wine Shoppe provided the flat black wraps for the tops that matched so well. 

Mini Honeymoon Pt. 1 - Hastings Resort

As a bridal shower gift, my Mom bought Tim and I a two-night stay at the Hastings Resort outside of Coe Hill for the Sunday and Monday just after the wedding. She thought we'd need a little break away from everything after the chaos of the move and the wedding day and she was very right.

Main lodge photo from www.hastingsresort.com

Rosy skies at the Hastings Resort after a rainy day.

I believe Mom originally got the deal as part of a Wagjag promotion. The room was really nice, but very small. Just big enough for the bed, but it's not like we needed more space than that. The Sunday night I slept for twelve hours straight - all the sleep deprivation prior to the wedding catching up to me! Tim did not like that there wasn't coffee available in the rooms, or in the resort at all when we got up at 8:00 a.m. He had to go on a search to the restaurant to ask them to bring the coffee maker to the resort. It was just a small setback to the day.

Room photo courtesy of www.hastingsresort.com 

Steakhouse photo courtesy of www.hastingsresort.com

Meals there are all taken at the Steakhouse, which is not cheap. The food is really good, though, and our server for both dinners was really great. Our server's name was Erica-Lyn and she was really funny. I'd love to go back just to hang out with her. On Sunday night Tim and I both had steaks. Tim had the ribeye with mashed potatoes and a brandy mushroom cream for $32.95. He ordered rare, but it was closer to medium. I had the King of Hastings, which is a striploin with a pave potato for $30.95. I ordered medium-rare and my steak was almost perfectly done. The pave potato was yummy - a potato, very thinly sliced on a mandolin, then cooked like scalloped potatoes, but still in the shape of the original potato. Monday during the day we went out for lunch, but were back at the Steakhouse for a late dinner. We decided just to do appetizers so that we could have dessert, but almost didn't make it even then. We had the scallops and brie with vanilla cracker, pineapple jam and Sambuca glaze for $12.95. The vanilla cracker didn't make sense. There wasn't enough savoury to balance it out and it just came off dessert-like. It's too bad, because the rest of the components were all really good. We also had the chef's mussels for $11.95, which were just amazing. They were so tender and flavourful - but definitely ask for extra bread to sop up the broth! There wasn't any grit in any of our mussels. There were three that weren't opened, but I'd rather risk that than have overcooked mussels. Tim ordered the gravlax - cured salmon with herbed cream cheese, capers, red onion, and caviar on crostini for $12.95. I expected not to like it because I'm not a cured/smoked/preserved salmon fan, but it was really good, especially with the capers and shaved red onion. Erica-Lyn pushed us into the dessert we had originally wanted, even though I was close to needing to be rolled out of there. The portion on the drunken brownie with Kawartha Dairy ice cream is VERY generous for $7.50. I didn't really taste any of the kahlua, triple sec, or bourbon that was supposed to be in this dessert, but the brownie was fudgy and the caramel sauce was delicious. Even though we were told that the kitchen was having a few problems with service due to a broken oven, you could not tell in the food or in the dinner service. 

Gravlax photo courtesy of www.hastingsresort.com

Steakhouse interior photo courtesy of www.hastingsresort.com

Drinking part of our wedding gift from Mandy and Ryan!

We didn't have the best weather while we were there. It was mostly overcast and rainy. But we did get out in the canoe on Beaver Creek for a quickish paddle. Beaver Creek is really gorgeous. Meandering and very slow-moving, it's an easy paddle and looks to be great fishing for largemouth bass. Alas, we did not have any of our fishing gear with us, but I was thinking about Mom while we were out there! All in all, we had a very rejuvenating, relaxing stay, until the morning we were supposed to leave!

Paddling Beaver Creek.

Finally relaxing after wedding craziness!

Ahoy, mateys!

We had set our alarm for 6:00 a.m. so that we could drive back to Peterborough for 7:00, since both Tim and I worked Tuesday. Tim said that he was already lying awake when the industrial fire alarm went off at 2:30 a.m. We heard that a few of the other guests were lying awake at that time - maybe the guests that had asthma or more sensitive senses could already smell the smoke. Not me. I was dead to the world until the alarm went off. Even when it did, we didn't really panic - these alarms almost always are someone smoking in their room or something equally dumb. We got dressed, but then the alarm stopped. Since Tim was already dressed and awake (he's a bit of an insomniac to begin with, so this didn't bode well on him going back to sleep), I suggested he go downstairs just to check out what was going on. I stayed in our room with the door open to the hallway. Went on Facebook. Decided to clean up and pack a bit since we had to leave in a few hours anyway. Tim still wasn't back, so I poked my head out into the hallway. A guy we had met earlier in the day was also looking out and asked what I thought was going on. I told him that Tim had gone downstairs to check it out, so he decided to go down too. A few minutes later, the woman across the hall from me came out and said that all she could smell in her room was burning. Sure enough, her room and even the hallway were starting to just reek like burning sugar. She and her mother, in another room, packed up and left the resort. Tim STILL hadn't come back. 

Tim says that when he went downstairs, the first floor was beginning to fill with smoke. The reception attendant had turned off the audible fire alarm, but the system was still showing a fire on the first floor. Tim couldn't stay in the smoke because it was causing his eyes to burn and he couldn't stop coughing. The attendant opened the door to the laundry room and smoke just billowed out. The attendant ran in, found a smouldering bag of cleaning linens, and dragged it through the hallway and out the front door of the resort. Tim and the other guy who had gone downstairs dragged the bag farther away from the resort, still sending off tons of smoke. Something about them dragging it must have exposed it to enough fresh oxygen, because it burst into full flame. The attendant went back into the building and grabbed a bucket (not a fire extinguisher) and filled it up from the sink. He made several more trips this way before they decided that the river was a better option to stay away from what was obviously toxic smoke. They got the fire extinguished, and then Tim went through the hotel opening up all the windows and doors to air things out. Our side of the resort wasn't too bad, but the opposite side was just completely full of chemical smoke.

Tim finally came back into the room about a half hour after he had left - I still had no idea that there was an actual fire - reeking of smoke, tearing out of both eyes, and coughing like a lifelong smoker. He told me what had happened and we decided to leave. It's not like Tim would have been able to sleep in there anyways. While we finished packing up, two of the hotel attendants came around telling people it was perfectly safe for them to go back into their rooms - just to open their windows to air things out. Tim collared them (they were both pretty young and he was into concerned teacher mode) and said that that was chemical smoke and that no one should still be in the hotel. They just kind of shrugged. It was obvious they didn't really know what to do. We said that we'd like to check out and left.

Even the whole way home Tim was coughing and his eyes were so red. I can't believe what a mess it was - who turns off the fire alarm where there's a fire? What hotel doesn't have fire extinguishers handy? Why didn't they call the fire department immediately? How is it that they didn't evacuate the hotel when they knew it had been a chemical fire? Why were they storing chemical soaked rags like that to begin with? My friend Cory used to work for an industrial cleaning company - they should know not to mix cleaning chemicals! When we were talking to some of the senior science teachers at a Lakefield College function the Tuesday night, it was generally thought that the sweet-smelling gas put off from those cloths would have been arsenic or cyanide!

Crazy Rollwagen honeymoon! I hope our other trips aren't quite this exciting!