Romps and other adventures... PART 2

So I’m not sure what’s in the air lately, but a bunch of my friends and I, without consulting with one another, all seem to have started making bucket lists.  Maybe it is the dirty thirties that have done it, or maybe it’s the realization that we are past the point of making the goal “Become a teen model” a reality, but here we seem to have found ourselves.

I have given the struggle with my age a bit of thought.  Could it be that we live in a society where immaturity is glorified and hence I fight the inevitable? Or maybe I feel as though my mortality is moderately more concerning?  Whatever the reason, though I did embrace turning 30, the last three years following have hit me hard; this last birthday being no exception.  What the hell have I been doing with myself?  Sure, sure, I have three university degrees and a good job. But is this all that life is about? What happened to my goals of traveling? Have I fought the “Man” for so long that I really have become a cog in the machine of mediocrity? Well, before I fall too deeply down the rabbit hole that is my existential personality, I felt that I needed to craft that Bucket List, and that is exactly what I have started to do.  And when better to start crossing this stuff off but as soon as it is written down, right?  I mean, you never know what's lurking around the next corner...

So as it happens, close to the top of my list was to go dog sledding. As a result, this March Break I planned for Dave and I to go to Haliburton and do it and thus we took a little long weekend retreat and made it a reality. We stayed at Sir Sam’s Inn and Water Spa on Eagle Lake and went sledding with a company called Winterdance.

Now to the eye candy.....

Super awesome woodburning fireplace in our room that almost smoked us out the first night.

The water spa area was salt water with 8 different water jet configurations that massaged you.  Before arriving Dave said it was not his idea of excitement.  Needless to say, once we arrived Dave ended up spending a lengthy amount of time in the pool. The beer didn't hurt.

This could be the most cliche photo ever, but the reality is that these adorable and smelly little dogs really do travel in their own doggie condo.  

When we woke up it was only 2 or 3 degrees out, but as the day passed the temperature started to warm up dramatically.  We ended up being the last tour to go out for the season as it reached a high of 15 that same day and it was far too hot for our four legged friends to work!

Dave and I both had a chance to drive the pack.  They are hard working little animals and it really was one of the most awesome experiences I have had in years. 

 



The area was absolutely unreal and this sunset pretty much says it all.  All in all, I think I will go back year after year.  So I guess the only question that remains is, how young did it make me feel??