No time to play in Ottawa

My hotel room in Kanata had a lovely view of a golf course, the gentle hills of southern Ontario, and Facebook on my phone so I'd feel a little closer to my family. — My hotel room in Kanata had a lovely view of a golf course, the gentle hills of southern Ontario, and Facebook on my phone so I’d feel a little closer to my family.

OTTAWA—Recently, I spent four weeks away from home, without my family. Although I was in Ottawa on business, I told myself I’d find time to check out a few museums, take a long hike through Hog’s Back Falls park and meet some interesting people whose zany quips would make great fodder for Life’s a Trip.

I have always loved Ottawa and the farmland around it. I lived in the city in kindergarten and in the farmland, near Inkerman, in Grade 1. My dearest friend while I was growing up—years before anyone even thought of saying “bestie,” lived in Kemptville, about 40 minutes south of the nation’s capital.

But this spring, I found myself working long hours and I generally crashed out hard in my hotel after supper. So while I had the best of intentions to gather stories for you, mostly what I saw was the Byward Market, the area around the giant IKEA and the section of Kanata where I was staying.

I took a bunch of pictures, though, and—I’m sorry, people, I really am—started to play with iMovie.