I don’t know, maybe Parks Canada employees train alongside the Disney people or something. Because these folks are happy.
The first time I drove to La Mauricie National Park, I was all alone and I thought I knew what sort of adventure I was setting myself up for.
We got more than we bargained for with our rented cottage, and a little less than we expected in the ghost town
I was following Jilly to the second storey when she said, in her way, “I like the stairs in this haunted house, Mum.” I stopped dead.
We know for sure it was a Tuesday in 1943. What’s less clear is whether the plane went down in the morning, sometime in the early afternoon, or in the dark of night.
We don’t just love the carnival rides and cotton candy and funky chickens. We also love a good old-fashioned demolition derby.