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  • Day 1

    I’m on my way, but don’t know where

    July 2, 2022 in the United States ⋅ ⛅ 21 °C

    The Pearson chaos and a poor weather forecast convinced us to cancel our 10 day Costa Rica trip. 48 hours later I am in a Rochester, NY.

    The essentials are packed: Bunny for Eleanor, Modafinil for Mel, an iPad for Malcolm and two cases of Diet Coke for me. A few credit cards, four passports and an SUV full of crap for most conceivable occasions.

    New plan? Head for a coast, follow good weather and return to Toronto on July 13th.

    It is 10PM now. Big thanks to Nana for helping launch us out of the chaos and into the unknown. I am happy to have brought my own pillow because the Rochester Double Tree is not living up to its 3-stars. The toilet flushes, but one must do that from inside the tank.

    Take it easy.
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  • Day 3

    Lots of fun in a New York minute

    July 4, 2022 in the United States ⋅ ⛅ 23 °C

    Rochester is home to an awesome National Museum of Play. Yesterday’s highlight was 3 laughter (and tear) filled hours playing at the museum. The remainder was travelling to a Chili’s and cheap and cheerful hotel in Auburn, Massachusetts.

    This morning the pendulum swung from a broken toilet overlooking a Rochester parking lot to a soaker tub beneath coffered ceilings at the Boston Ritz-Carleton. The hotel is adjacent a riverfront park; concierge books outings and each morning at 8:45 my kids go-to breakfast foods will appear in a 600 square foot room to be enjoyed over cartoons while I plan the day sipping freshly squeezed orange juice in a luxurious robe - hotel heaven - we signed up for 3 nights!!

    After a noon check-in at the Ritz we headed to the street to be part of one of America’s largest 4th of July celebrations. We found an ice cream social (free ice cream), a wading pool and carousel. The surprising adventure came when we were suddenly being searched and adorned with all day pass bracelets. While looking for a specific playground we inadvertently stumbled into the Boston Pops festival concert area amongst thousands of people in a celebratory mood. So, we got more ice cream and danced. The day ended with 20 minutes of fireworks. If I am being honest I felt quite uneasy in the park given the shooting that took place this morning in Chicago.

    It is 12:45AM now. Nothing bad happened and everyone is asleep. Tomorrow we have an amphibian vehicle tour scheduled, but otherwise await unknown adventures in Boston. Wednesday will be a beach day in Cape Cod and a visit to Provincetown made possible by high speed ferry.

    Happy 4th of July from the Boston Pops Fireworks Spectacular!
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  • Day 6

    Boston - A city of firsts

    July 7, 2022 in the United States ⋅ ⛅ 24 °C

    Day 2 in Boston started at a glacial pace. A table full of hot coffee, freshly squeezed juices and breakfast goodies rolled in at 8:45. Once the kids were fed and settled (read: iPad) - robe clad and with coffee in hand I got back into bed where I stayed for a couple of hours. As Mel would say - it was glorious.

    In the afternoon we found our way to a playground, hot dog stand and Children’s museum, in that order - all excellent. The highlight was the guided ‘duck tour’ of Boston. The tour was aboard an amphibian vehicle that began on land and then entered the river. As one of the earliest American settlements, Boston, through the lens of American history, is the city of “firsts”. First park, first University, first subway, etc. And, as our new Bostonian friend told us - Boston takes that very seriously; Boston IS New England. We ended the day wandering Boston Common with ice cream and cookies.

    Wednesday we travelled via high speed ferry to Provincetown, Cape Cod for a beach day. The beach was remote (by urbanite standards) and linked to the town by an unpredictable ‘bus’ that seemed operated by volunteers and ran on island time. The Americans looked very prepared for their beach day - tents, chairs, toys and coolers. We were not and the kids ate most of their snacks on the ferry. So the beach time was only a few hours and then we caught the unpredictable bus to Provincetown. The kids both fell asleep! So, Mel and I were treated to a relatively private drive around cape cod with adult contemporary radio in the background. Weird but enjoyable. The highlight of the day was the town itself. Provincetown is charming and fun and a gay Mecca. Everyone wanted to stay but we had tickets for the 7:30 ferry to Boston for a final night and one last lazy room service morning. It was a very special and memorable 3 days.

    Don't look back; a new day is breakin' (lyrics from a Boston’s song)
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  • Day 8

    Escapism is not always therapeutic.

    July 9, 2022 in the United States ⋅ ☀️ 20 °C

    Most things in life are a double edged sword, including not having a destination. Flowing freely with the open road is romantic, but Thursday at 1PM we left Boston and did not know what road to take.

    Nova Scotia via a ferry from Bar Harbor, Maine was loosely our plan last week. But we decided on the fly to cut the Maritimes out of our trip (simply too much driving) and Bar Harbor suddenly seemed unnecessarily far northeast.

    We picked a highway and drove for a few hours, the kids slept and at 4PM we stopped in Augusta, Maine for food and a riverside playground. Two hours later we were replenishing our snack coiffures at the Augusta Target and still did not know where to go. Not having a destination stopped feeling like the perfect escape.

    My friend Liane travels to Maine every year. She fortuitously returned my call during our listless Augusta stop. Without flinching she said go to beaches of York or nearby Ogunquin, Maine - BUT - she warned, getting accommodations could prove difficult. We would be driving back towards Boston and York was entirely sold out. We had nowhere else to go. We raided Target’s beach toy aisle, bought a cooler and hit the road. At 10PM we arrived in Ogunquin - 1h22 north of where we had started the day in Boston.

    I am writing this from a seaside resort situated between York and Ogunquin. Liane told me about it. We snagged the last available room - an unnecessarily palatial 2 bedroom oceanfront suite. Liane’s local knowledge arms us for our days and she graciously doles advice out real time.

    We had planned to hit a beach today but the kids are happily playing together in an infinity pool overlooking the ocean; Mel is enjoying what she described as one of the best drinks she has ever had from the poolside bar; and I think Eleanor just learned to swim. In this moment, eschewing timetables is working for us again.

    It’s gonna be a bright (bright) bright (bright) sunshiny day.
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  • Day 11

    Salt water cures everything

    July 12, 2022 in the United States ⋅ 🌙 20 °C

    Maine has a slogan - “The Way Life Should Be”. We laughed at how smug the welcome sign was crossing state lines. I can attest Maine is certainly the way a summer vacation should be. The beaches are lovely, the towns are charming and the area abounds with enough activities, shopping and saltwater taffy to satisfy all. We met dozens of people who come here annually for their summer vacation, including my friend Liane and her extended family.

    Spending time around the beach we established there are three types of vacationer: beach people (sand, salt water, Tommy Bahama chair), lake people (rock, fresh water, Muskoka chair) and pool people (concrete, heated salt water and lounge chair). Good ice breaker question that could get contentious. As people who inherently dislike sand and dirt, Mel and I (and almost certainly Eleanor) are pool people. Malcolm remains flexible and announced proudly today: Mom, I love the beach! Time will tell. If Malcolm turns out to be a beach person I will happily return to Maine year after year.

    York, Maine is a special place. Ogunquit, Maine appears equally special. If an idyllic seaside vacation is on your bucket list write these down. Come in July, book ahead and don’t bother going to Augusta first because there are lots of beach shops in town where you can get the chair, cooler and toys to prepare. Even if not completely, you will look the part. Visit Cliff House, either as accommodations or for a lobster roll and to take in the sweeping views.

    It is 11PM. Kids are asleep and we are exhausted after a full day of sun and sand. Malcolm is meeting his friend Kieran at the pool in the morning while we pack and back out of our room. There is no destination tomorrow. We will take a highway leading northwest toward Montebello, Quebec. I expect to sleep in Vermont or the Eastern Townships.

    Seas the day.
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  • Day 13

    A Chateau and Old Scotch Road

    July 14, 2022 in Canada ⋅ 🌙 15 °C

    On Tuesday, we powered through the 540 Kilometres that separate Ogunquit, ME from Montebello, QU. Upon arriving to the summer wonderland that is Chateau Montebello we found ourselves, quite unexpectedly, depleted of joie de vie. After 11 days of adventure we needed a break.

    Montebello primer: 100 year old wilderness retreat at the base of the Laurentians in Quebec. Chateau Montebello is kind of like fancy summer camp. Operated by Fairmont, there are luxury elements - robes, Le Labo and fine dining. At the same time, the worlds largest log cabin is musty and a bit fatigué.

    Finish your breakfast buffet and you can: play badminton, tennis, squash, golf, mini-putt, volleyball, basketball, floor hockey, soccer, side by side, ATV, Pontoon, jet ski, bicycle, hiking, lawn games, board games, hunting, fishing, kayak, canoe, stand-up paddle board, guided nature session, art class, helicopter tour, mountain bike, walk to the village, walk around the lake,
    picnic at the beach, play at the playground, do the scavenger hunt or the remote controlled vehicle course? And of course there is a gym, spa and 4 eateries.

    With mild enthusiasm, we biked the grounds - Eleanor started in a chariot (on brand) but later mounted a bike with training wheels. Malcolm enjoyed a tennis clinic. Laundry, swimming, board games and early bedtimes rounded out the listless days.

    (Creepy ancestry history next 4 paragraphs)

    The creepy lowlight was my search for ancestral gravesites. At the turn of the 20th century, 3 generations of my ancestors lived down the road from where I am. 200 years ago, my great-great-great grandmother Margaret Hawkins left her home in Montreal to establish a homestead with Scottish Highlander Samuel Campbell who immigrated with a group of loosely related Highlanders. Many of Margaret and Samual’s children and grandchildren are buried together in the Calumet cemetery which we visited yesterday. I have been before but had not seen Samual and Margaret and I wanted to find them. Everyone helped me look until Eleanor had to go to the bathroom and we were all tired of the mosquitos. We found a gas station and got blue slushies instead of searching for tombstones. Then last night I discovered the existence of Scotch Road.

    A dilapidated North-South road that starts not too far from the Calumet cemetery and leads into the Laurentians. Scotch road is said to be the oldest North-South artery in Quebec and derives its name from the Scottish Highlander settlers, including my ancestor Samual Campbell. The land the Highlanders were granted at the base of the Laurentians was undesirable for agricultural purposes: heavily forested, secluded and the shallow soil meant families did not, or rather could not, put down roots. Most of the offspring and then all of the offspring left - including my great grandfather Malcolm Campbell who migrated to Montreal. Malcolm and my great grandmother Florence lived in Montreal, but they are buried in Calumet with Malcolm’s extended family.

    Traces of Scotch road civilization, which included a school, church, post office and adjacent railway are all but vanished. Secondary growth forest covers what is left, including the Scotch Road Cemetery!!!

    Today, I took the kids and tried to find the Scotch Road Cemetery. I failed. A 300 metre hike off of Old Scotch road was too much - the woods, kids, bugs and no trespassing signs were deterrents. I did speak to someone who confirmed Samual Campbell and Margaret Hawkins ARE buried in the woods where the former church stood and there is a tombstone to visit. Margaret and Samual are Malcolm and Eleanor’s great-great-great-great grandparents and maybe when the leaves fall and the bugs die we can take a hike together to the cemetery. Maybe Samual’s son William and grandson Malcolm were part of developing Chateau Montebello - after all, they were local civil engineers.

    (Creepy part finished)

    It is midnight now. The kids are asleep and neither Mel nor I fully woke up today. We have a manageable 5.25 hours of driving to get home tomorrow which we will break up with dinner in Kingston with Jeff and Mike. Shout out to Nana for caring for Lucy this whole time, including a 2 day extension with little notice. Merci Nana!

    Au revoir tout le monde et fais bon voyage.
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