Headed home
After my journey to Nestor Falls for Grandma's funeral, I'm on my way home. It has been a great time of seeing family - lots of laughs mixed with lots of tears. The journey to Nestor Falls is a familiar one we took many, many times as a kid. It is my favourite place on earth filled with good memories. It is a place untouched by time or technology where I can still walk in almost any store (of the 3 or 4 there - ha!) and know the staff (and be related to most). Because I look like my mom, I get recognized most places. It is a community that supports each other and considers people who have lived there less than 30 years a newcomer. It's home to my family and I love being there!
Here's a bit of my journey....
Marcie and Eden on their way in the Toronto airport
Got to love planes where we can all watch our own show!
Persians - you can only get them in Thunder Bay and they are heavenly! They are so bad for you - and true Thunder Bay folks make it even worse by frying them in butter. Mmmmmm..... This is one thing I miss about living in Thunder Bay!
Nestor Falls (where my grandparents lived) is 5 hours from Thunder Bay. The drive is pretty barren so you stop where you can. Quetico is always our "pit stop" as it's about half way and there's no where else to stop!
The girls were bushed by the time we got to my aunt and uncle's in Emo. It was good to have a BBQ with the family - they are such a cool family! We'll be back in 3 weeks for my cousin's Kathryn's wedding!
Eden loved the view in the morning - their house is right on the river (with teh USA right across the river)
And Madi loved this dirt bike at Uncle Dave's Kawaski dealership
Finally we got to Nestor Falls - we were fortunate that the Helliar's family opened their resort for us to crash at (they're not open for the season yet). They have been good family friends for a long time - my mom grew up with them.
And how nice to find a stocked fridge - thanks to family in the area!
Marcie and the girls exploring the room and resort
Then we wandered down to the falls where Madi loved the cray fish claws
Madi wanted to make an inukshuk after seeing so many along the drive - she couldn't pronounce it though and called it a "suction cup".
My cousin Ralph is this big tough biker looking guy - who charms any kid. He works in a kindergarten class actually. Within 30 seconds Eden was cuddled into him and announcing she thought he was handsome.
The first night in Nestor Falls the ladies at my Grandma's church did a big supper for all of us.
Here are my mom and her two sisters - still goofs even in the midst of sorrow.
Aunt Marcie and all her nieces and nephews - love how Cohen is sitting away from all the yucky girls.
Some candid snaps from dinner
The morning of the funeral Marcie and I walked down to Grandma's home - she sold it 4 years ago so it lacked her personality. She had flowers everywhere when she lived there and gardens galore - it seemed very symbolic to be back at the house with no flowers or signs of life in sight. But there was still signs of Grandma around... (fortunately there was no signs of the owners around as we wandered the yard!)
The road into Grandma's house
Some of Grandma's things left behind at the house
The view from Grandma's - lots of ice still!
This is the camp my grandparents met at 60 some years ago. It is now owned by a family member - and they opened the camp for us to have a celebration at after the funeral.
I come from a family of bush pilots - always lots of great stories!
And some random candids of loved ones..
Now I'm on my way home today from Thunder Bay. After a long trip emotionally and physically - I'm ready to be home!
Here's a bit of my journey....
Marcie and Eden on their way in the Toronto airport
Got to love planes where we can all watch our own show!
Persians - you can only get them in Thunder Bay and they are heavenly! They are so bad for you - and true Thunder Bay folks make it even worse by frying them in butter. Mmmmmm..... This is one thing I miss about living in Thunder Bay!
Nestor Falls (where my grandparents lived) is 5 hours from Thunder Bay. The drive is pretty barren so you stop where you can. Quetico is always our "pit stop" as it's about half way and there's no where else to stop!
The girls were bushed by the time we got to my aunt and uncle's in Emo. It was good to have a BBQ with the family - they are such a cool family! We'll be back in 3 weeks for my cousin's Kathryn's wedding!
Eden loved the view in the morning - their house is right on the river (with teh USA right across the river)
And Madi loved this dirt bike at Uncle Dave's Kawaski dealership
Finally we got to Nestor Falls - we were fortunate that the Helliar's family opened their resort for us to crash at (they're not open for the season yet). They have been good family friends for a long time - my mom grew up with them.
And how nice to find a stocked fridge - thanks to family in the area!
Marcie and the girls exploring the room and resort
Then we wandered down to the falls where Madi loved the cray fish claws
Madi wanted to make an inukshuk after seeing so many along the drive - she couldn't pronounce it though and called it a "suction cup".
My cousin Ralph is this big tough biker looking guy - who charms any kid. He works in a kindergarten class actually. Within 30 seconds Eden was cuddled into him and announcing she thought he was handsome.
The first night in Nestor Falls the ladies at my Grandma's church did a big supper for all of us.
Here are my mom and her two sisters - still goofs even in the midst of sorrow.
Aunt Marcie and all her nieces and nephews - love how Cohen is sitting away from all the yucky girls.
Some candid snaps from dinner
The morning of the funeral Marcie and I walked down to Grandma's home - she sold it 4 years ago so it lacked her personality. She had flowers everywhere when she lived there and gardens galore - it seemed very symbolic to be back at the house with no flowers or signs of life in sight. But there was still signs of Grandma around... (fortunately there was no signs of the owners around as we wandered the yard!)
The road into Grandma's house
Some of Grandma's things left behind at the house
The view from Grandma's - lots of ice still!
This is the camp my grandparents met at 60 some years ago. It is now owned by a family member - and they opened the camp for us to have a celebration at after the funeral.
I come from a family of bush pilots - always lots of great stories!
And some random candids of loved ones..
Now I'm on my way home today from Thunder Bay. After a long trip emotionally and physically - I'm ready to be home!
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