Gaby & Huguette reached the grand milestone 50 years of marriage on August 12th! We were to busy moving in to have a party for them, so Martin made the wise decision to hold off on a celebration until autumn. They had to rent a gymnasium in order to be able to fit all their brothers and sisters and multitudes of offspring in one room. When you come from a big family and live in the same town your entire life, you rarely have a shortage of people to invite to your party. And if being in the spotlight in front of a grand number of people makes you nervous, you might need a couple drinks before you can smile. Or a tickle. As you can see, for this photo, I asked Martin to go tickle his father to make him smile. Look! It worked!

“See-saws!” she exclaimed.

“Real see-saws.”

Camp Val-Esterie used to exist. Across rue Gosselin from their property, there is proof of it. There are some games and obstacles off the sides of trails through the woods. Many of the games should be removed, as old ropes strangle trees. Some of what is left behind is quite nice, such as this little bridge. It is just the right size for Akiva.

Much farther, we find a much larger bridge. I was not brave enough to lean over the side to photograph the river far below. I will have to return later, to find out where it leads…

We went to Vermont for some final business. We stayed at Chloe’s house. There were apples in the apple tree and we made cider and we walked by the river. I have but one photograph of our trip. My beloved Iris. Iris in Vermont. Vermont. Vermont in autumn. Love.

We found a piano

in the woods.

I do not know any of the answers.

We take the bicycle to buy vegetables and eggs at L’Abri Végétal.

At the edge of their property is an historic covered bridge.

Under the bridge is water.

At the edge of the water is mud.

In mud lies

happiness.

Under new management, Camp Val-Esterie, a previously profitable outdoors camp, went bankrupt a few years ago,

leaving behind, amongst other things, the best playground in town.

Real see-saws.

Metal slides.

Tall swings.

Used tires.

Wood climbing structures.

The best.

According to me.

It is perhaps because it all reminds me so much of my childhood

that photographing it in color seems wrong.

If only Akiva’s boots were not so blatantly patterned, one might question the year.

This playground is, by far, not the newest.

That award would go to the

skate-park-louge-obstacle-course-tennis-court-ice-rink-pavillion-playground

located in the center of town.

This 400-acre property,

with its out-door obstacle games, rivers, trails, magnificent building, and outbuildings,

and not to mention the coolest playground in town,

is for sale for a mere half-million. However, it is not for development.

It is for sale to be run as a non-profit education center.

The quality of light is poor, but the quality of children is superb.

Minimal rust. Low mileage.

Kids not included.

We ended up getting $500.