She walks the line. For reasons unbeknownst to us, there were lines of TP along the new road in Magog.
Anita at the lakefront in downtown Magog.
Anita climbs up the rock face.
Anita, looking glamourous as she climbs.
We made it to the top of Mont Orford.
That's Mont Giroux behind us.
Anita in a yurt, looking like she's quite at home. Maybe that's because she used to live in one.
Anita among the marshes.
Mmm... bulrushes!
Mmm... bluets!
At the end of the marsh trail.
We found a treasure trove of wild blueberries in the marshes outside Magog :-) Anita has more in her hand because mine kept jumping into my mouth.
Someday I hope to be as cool as Marthe, our amazing hostess in Magog.
