On Saturday afternoon this last weekend, I took Henry down to Ashbridges Bay for the 1st time to walk along the trails that wind away from the beach and more towards downtown and the Island.
For Henry it was like entering another world. For me it was a like a quantum leap to the Muskokas. 15 minutes after leaving our front door, we were enveloped in trees, grass, rocks and water. New types of birds presented themselves to Henry and we saw many red-winged blackbirds. (They were birds. They were black. They had slashes of red on their wings.)
Tucked away behind the beaches and nestled into this trail is the Ashbridge's Bay Yacht Club. Henry had probably never seen so many boats before in one place and he was captivated. He kept saying "see, see" and toddling further down the path and closer to the water's edge to get a look.
We did follow the trail to the point which is really a few trees amid a bunch of large rocks, which we sat on. Henry insisted that he sit on his own rock and so we did, just looking out on the water towards downtown.
"Bubbles!" And sure enough the water was creating some bubbles where it collided with the rocks.
We also discovered the park behind the Boardwalk Cafe, which seems head-and-shoulders above any other park I've taken Henry to before.
And following such a promising day, Henry has croup again and the makings of an ear infection, so off of work/daycare today and we instead paid a visit to the Dr. "The cold spring," he said "is probably the cause."
Well tomorrow's May Day. I'm just about ready to dance around the May Pole to appeal to the Gods of Spring. Even if I have to dance in a touque.