50 years, who’da thunk it EH? (Day one)

The day was much like today sunny, cool and clear. It was about this time in the evening and Pat and I had overstayed our welcome at the reception and decided we better leave as we had not made reservations in the U. S. and it was getting dark.

When we got to our car my cousins and friends had done the newlywed thing and decorated the car. There were large planters blocking the doors and my cousin Duncan says “ That’s what happens when you stay too long, a tree grows in your path”

They move the planters and we say our goodbyes, when I start the car and turn on the defroster as the windshield was fogged up a flurry of confetti hits us in the face, it was years before it stopped coming out. As I pulled out from the lodge at Bromont we could hear the gravel that they had put in the hubcaps rattling.

I had pulled the condoms off the mirrors and gear shift before we got to the U. S. border but had not taken the gravel from the hubcaps. The customs officer was a good sport and had me pull over and remove the gravel “Good luck finding a place to sleep tonight, everything is booked solid” he says, damn we forgot it was also a holiday weekend in America as well.

We were resolved that we might have to drive through to the Pocono’s when we noticed a vacancy sign with an arrow pointed down a dark dirt road. It was after midnight by now and the drive to what appeared to be “sleepy hollow” was straight out of a horror movie.

Suddenly out of the dark appears this Victorian style B&B. I pull up front and go inside the fellow at the desk says he has one room left….. it’s not the attic but…..  “we’ll take”

I get Pat and our luggage and we follow the fellow to the second floor, as he walks down the hall he suddenly disappears. I get to the spot where he turned and there is a staircase about shoulder wide and steep, at the top is a gate and two doors, our room is on the left…. It is the attic,,, converted to rooms, the beds are continental size and stuffed into the gabled window the only way into bed is over the footboard, but who cares it is now about 1 am and we are beat.

In the morning we have breakfast in the dining room and then strike out for Cove Haven in the Pocono’s.