The Trip

 

Early November saw us jetting to Victoria for a wonderful visit with Stuart and Patty and their family – and to participate in Victoria’s Week of Hats Festival.

This Festival, an event not to be missed, celebrated the occasion of Stuart’s 60th Birthday. Mine too, actually. One November day in 1954, Stuart and I pretty much tied up Toronto’s health system by entering the world just hours apart. We’ve had some great birthday parties in each others’ company, and this was by far the best ever.

 

The Hat Gallery

 

The Cake Parade

 

It’s a good thing Stuart and I still have our wind. The candle-laden cakes seemed to just keep coming!

As cake-eaters go, we weren’t picky, but the cake sure was.

 

Ben Stole the Show

 

No surprise there…..

 

 

Mealtime

 

I’m regretting not taking any pictures of the amazing smoked roast that we enjoyed thanks to Jesse’s talent in the kitchen (and backyard, out by the smoker).

Similarly, we had a wonderful time at a dinner hosted by Glen and Gael, and at Stuart and Patty’s.  Now, it’s time to diet.

We did make an expedition to watch the Salmon running upstream to spawn. Since Salmon was among our meal adventures, I’m afraid this is the closest I can offer to a culinary photograph. The gulls and eagles certainly ate well, too.

 

 

Good Friends

 

I am still trying to look on my sixtieth birthday as an accomplishment, as opposed to a milepost

I can’t think of a better way to spend the occasion – Jan and I came home uplifted (and a whole lot heavier).

My resolution for my sixty-first year as we blew out the candles: I’m gonna have to keep my eyes open for a better hat. The next milestone may arrive as quickly as this one did!