I’ve got family visiting at the moment, specifically my brother. He’s
hilarious to be around so shall henceforth be known as Hilarious Brother or HB.
I’ve been introducing HB to the various delights of Canadian life.
He’s experienced a nice balmy spring day where the temperatures got up to
around 5 degrees C where we went for a nice trek around town, followed by 15cm
of snow the next day. That one we decided to sit out.
Today RTH kindly hired a car and we went for a little drive. We had
a purpose in mind, which I’ll explain another post.
One of the fun things about today was our destination, we were
heading to the Claremont area and beyond, hoping to end up somewhere around
Lake Scugog. HB was already vaguely familiar with the areas as I’d pointed them
out on my aviation charts. Regular followers will know that our practice area
is mainly centred around Claremont.
As we discussed the route HB enquired “so how long will it take to
get there?” A very reasonable question, you would think.
At this point I had to admit, rather shame-faced. “I don’t honestly
know. I’ve only ever flown there!”
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