Tagged with " Chambly"
Oct 10, 2012 -

Not the Wind

I was just drifting off to sleep last night when the weirdest thing happened. Miranda shifted ever so slightly. I really felt it up in the overhang. It didn’t last and I shrugged it off as being a particularly bad gust of wind.

No, as it turns out, I just experienced what a magnitude 4.5 earthquake feels like in an RV. If there hadn’t been reports of the quake all over Facebook, I would have completely forgotten about the weird event last night.  So I wouldn’t call a magnitude 4.5 earthquake particularly memorable!

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Canada, Quebec, Travel    4 Comments
Aug 19, 2012 -

Fort Chambly (and a Bonus Side Trip to Downtown Montreal)

Canadian history is a bloody mess of conquests, racial tensions, thrilling battles, crushing defeats, and centuries-long grudges. How anyone can call our history boring is beyond me. It is such a shame that many Canadians know about, say, the battle of the Alamo or Custer’s Last Stand but know nothing about the raid on Deerfield or why the political situation in Quebec is as it is.

Canadians need to go to places like Fort Chambly and read the placards or to sites like Fort Lennox where history is brought to life. Our country was born here, along the Saint-Lawrence, Ottawa, and Richelieu Rivers. You can’t understand what it is to be Canadian today without understanding how it is that we got here. I believe that if more Canadians knew and appreciated their history, we would be able to get over our linguistic and cultural grudges and form a strong, united, country. But as long as we keep this nearly four-century year old resentment alive without understanding its basis, there can be no resolution.

Fort Chambly sits at the heart of Canadian history, rooted in the French-Indian Wars of the 17th century, the English conquest of New France of the 18th century, and the 1812 war against the United States.

Located on the banks of the Richelieu River, an important north-south link with New York state, Fort Chambly is now a park where families come to picnic and I used to spend long hours up a tree writing, reading, and day dreaming. I spent my late childhood and adolescence just a few blocks away and the grounds of the fort were like my second home

I’d been meaning to return to the fort all summer. Since I was due for a date with my grand-mother, I proposed that we go to Fort Chambly today. I felt a little trepidation at coming back for the first time in 15 years, but I was glad to see that it was the same place. The trees have grown a little, but that’s it.

I’ll put all the information in the photo captions, but will say that after we toured the fort, we enjoyed a picnic under the trees. Then, we drove to Saint-Lambert to drop off something for my aunt and I got spirited away on a short jaunt to downtown Montreal to see my cousin’s loft; hence the bonus Montreal pictures.

Merci pour la belle journée, grand-maman!

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Aug 11, 2012 -

I Guess There Are Some Things You Never Forget

I decided to order the best pizza on the continent for dinner. The last time I phoned in an order was, oh, 15 years ago or so.

So I’m rather a little amused that it was only after I ended the call that I realised that I dialed the number without looking it up. I couldn’t tell you what my last phone number was, but after 15 years I still remember the number for Tre Colori. The human brain never ceases to amuse me!

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