Cottage and bug question

Back from the cottage! Glorious weather, and there was still colour on the leaves. We had our turkey on Saturday, went to the annual Turkey Bowl on Sunday. The Turkey Bowl is one of the lake's long-standing traditions on Canadian Thanksgiving weekend, where cottagers from the south and north ends of the lake play a game of touch football.

For those of us on the sidelines, it's a chance to catch up with other cottage families and park news. I remember how nervous I was when Jeff brought me to my first Turkey Bowl; I knew I was an outsider. The cottagers are a welcoming bunch, however, and it wasn't long before I felt like part of the family. Now I look around at young people I've known since their toddlerhood, some old enough to play in the Turkey Bowl.



Above: Lauren and me. I first met Lauren when she paddled over in a kayak from a nearby cottage on the lake; she was only seven years old. We've kept in touch ever since, and she's just graduated from college!

The photo below was taken this morning, as we were packing up to leave the cottage:



That stuff that looks like snow is actually a swarm of bugs; there were hundreds of them. Here's close-up of one lying upside down on my hand:



Not sure what kind of bugs these were...anyone there know? The white fur substance came off eventually, so Jeff and I figure it must have been part of the hatching process. The bugs weren't biting, at least not yet, but they were swarming so thickly you had to make sure to keep your mouth closed as you walked around. :-)



Alan Thiesen asked about the term "Canuck" after my last post because he thought the term was derogatory, and Allison did some research. From Allison, based on this Wikipedia entry: "Seems to indicate that Canadians use the term affectionately to refer to each other, but it might be considered insulting said by a non-Canadian. If used with affection, it's never been a word I'd consider offensive said by anyone."

I'm with Allison...I had no idea that the term was anything other than a fun nickname.

My friend Andy's post made me laugh:

"Hey parki, is it true you aren't afraid to dream? Does that mean you don't get the one where you're naked, and clowns are chasing you with gardening shears? Or the one where you can't find the beer, because your fridge is full of human heads, and they're all looking at you?
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No, me neither."

:-D

Hope you all had a good weekend!



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