(Mr. Darcy in his favourite place, the kitchen.)
Not to sound cruel, but I decided that it was time Mr. Darcy, my lazy overweight yellow lab bloodhound mix got some exercise.
So we took him to Rigaud Mountain, where they have some nice hiking trails. It being August, there are no bugs, always a bonus. Soon the leaves will turn orange and red and trainloads of hikers will arrive from Montreal.
Tennis Courts with no one playing. Dommage!
Apparently, Rigaud Mountain, a hour west of Montreal, has a unique eco-system.
They used to farm maple syrup here. Is that the word, farm? There's a famous sucrerie (sugar shack)on the top of the mountain, but I believe I've heard they bring in the maple syrup these days. (Global warming?)
In fact, if you enter 'sucrerie' into Google, Sucrerie de la Montagne will show up first.
Gee. Mr. Darcy is plowing along. I'm the one getting tired. So surprised!
We walked past the Canine training center for Customs Canada.
We explained to Darcy that some dogs have to work for a living.
Watch out for the dog! No dogs allowed! Two signs that contradict each other.
Bridge on the River WHY?
Darcy made it to one kilometer. I thought that might be enough for the first day. We have two and a half months until the first snow to get the paunchy pooch into shape.
Can't you tell the dog is tired?
When you get to the fork in the road, don't take it.
These signs everywhere made me feel a bit like Patrick McGoohan in the Prisoner. (But then that TV show was prescient.)
The mountain itself.
A mom and her kids, inspired by Vasek Pospisil and Milos Raonic no doubt. I asked and she said anyone can play on these courts...As soon as Darcy gets in shape, I might pick up a racket.