poutine for president

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While we waited for Stormie to ship across the ocean we spent time at our family cottage in the Laurentians of Quebec. It is where I spent the first 12 years of my life: where I developed my unwavering love of poutine, where I learned to go outside and get lost when I was bored, and it is where (despite growing up on a lake) I did not learn to fish, canoe, or ice skate within the acceptable parameters of Canadian youth.

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We did nothing in the two weeks we spent on the lake. Nothing. It was amazing.

It was a time of professional bbq-ing, hanging out with family, and revisiting the innocence, comfort, and happiness of a youth free from obligation and responsibility.

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IMG_7464Slamming screen doors, favourite dogs buried in the yard, dirt roads, screen porches, best friends, first loves and black flies. I grew up here-barefoot, sunburned and happy-in a place that could have been the inspiration for every good country song ever written. Relaxed, refreshed and 1000% ready for some cleansing after three weeks of drinking and eating to our heart’s content, we picked up Stormie in Halifax and hit the road again.

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