This has been an interesting trip. Maybe one of the most interesting trips I have ever taken. The closest place I have been that's like where we went is Missouri, but that was a fun place with more people, house and civilization. We landed into a nicely sized airport so I didn't know what was coming. It didn't take us long to be out of the airport and on our way. Once we were on our way, 10 minutes into the trip) we got into a car accident. My cousin Ben was driving on his truck.

No one was hurt, but I was very, much shocken up! I was so glad for a car seat because I had a thought for a spit second to keep him in my carrier while we drove to the Lodge. He was safe and sound in the carseat.
The next day I was able to get out of the house with little guy and take some pictures of the soundings. For pictures it's great, but for living it is so lonely. I had my share of that during this trip. Everyone was running around getting ready for the wedding while I spent some time at the Lodge and the cousin's house doing nothing.



While I was on our walk taking pictures I got eaten by mosquitoes during mid-day! That was horrible. I had no idea that would happen. That was the end to all walks and the beginning of total boredom and loneliness. Augustin was in my carrier so he was safe. Plus they liked me way more.

At least the Lodge was cute.

Everyone wanted to hold Little Guy. I let them, but then he would start crying. When I would take him back I only got him for a max of 5 minutes before someone came and tapped my shoulder, "Can I hold him now?" How could I say no. So many people held him and played with him that whenever he was in the car he was fast asleep!



The bride-to-be was beauitful, happy and busy with getting her house together.


So when there wasn't a wedding I was hanging out with the little kids keeping them busy and myself with game (except for when we went to Winnipeg).

That's my first half of the trip. The next half will be the wedding and the last park is the trip to the park.
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