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Oh, Canada!

So earlier this month I went to Canada with my great, graceful, gorgeous friend Sarah. We stayed for a week at a lovely cabin with a private stretch of beach on the shores of “Lake” (that motherfucker is a SEA, thank you) Huron, and it was a magnificent escape from the everyday world. Not that IĀ need to escape from my everyday world, as mine consists of mostly cats and beer, but still – Wide open lavenderĀ skies and shimmering waters are a change from cats and beer.

I mean LOOK AT THIS. Have you ever seen a sunset that was so pretty it made you ANGRY? Because I have. This sunset is ridiculous, all "ohh look at me I'm a sunset on a lake I'm going to look like I jumped out of a thrift store painting oooh" Fuck you, sunset.

I mean LOOK AT THIS. Have you ever seen a sunset that was so pretty it made you ANGRY? Because I have. This sunset is ridiculous, all “ohh look at me I’m a sunset on a lake I’m going to look like I jumped out of a thrift store painting oooh” Fuck you, sunset.

We’ve been to this same cabin before a few years previously, but only for a short weekend (still fell in love with the place the first time I stepped foot on the property and realized I could hear waves inside the house, though.)

Even when the sky isn't some ridiculous shade of fuschia, it's still beautiful. I felt like I was one hobbit away from running into elves preparing to sail into the West or something.

Even when the sky isn’t some ridiculous shade of fuschia, it’s still beautiful. I felt like I was one hobbit away from running into elves preparing to sail into the West or something.

Sarah and I have extremely varied interests, but one thing we can agree on is that food is the bee’s knees, so we cooked a lot. I did all the stove cooking, and Sarah did all the grilling. I don’t grill. Every time I even think about grilling, something or someone outside catches on fire. Sarah, however, is some sort of crazy . . . meat sorceress. I marinated lamb chops in garlic, lemon, olive oil, wine and oregano, and she grilled them to perfection.

Sarah doesn't actually drink, but if you're going to be at a grill, you're going to be holding a beer. It just magically appears in your hand.

Sarah doesn’t actually drink, but if you’re going to be at a grill, you’re going to be holding a beer. It just magically appears in your hand.

It was a good time. We did nothing but cook, lay out on the beach all day, read and write and listen to the waves crash against the shore. Why can’t life be like that all the time?

This was the path to the beach. Again, what is with everything here being so ridiculously beautiful? (Not me - the path. I'm sunburned, dumpy thirtysomething wearing a Legend of Zelda t-shirt. I have no illusions about myself.)

This was the path to the beach. Again, what is with everything here being so ridiculously beautiful? (Not me – the path. I’m sunburned, dumpy thirtysomething wearing a Legend of Zelda t-shirt. I have no illusions about myself.)

And this was the trip I learned that you could get a hideous, cancer-causing sunburn on a cloudy day in Canada!

And this was the trip I learned that you could get a hideous, cancer-causing sunburn on a cloudy day in Canada!

The most Canadian picture ever at the duty-free store. We are surrounded by maple products.

The most Canadian picture ever at the duty-free store. We are surrounded by maple products.

Me in my natural state.

Me in my natural state.

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