Mossfoot's Cross Canada Adventure Continues
Ontario is where I took most of my Mossfoot pictures. Partly out of opportunity, partly out of bordom, partly out of him pestering me that he hadn't been getting enough camera time. In Quebec I didn't take as many pictures, but I did get a few.
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Ontario And Quebec
This is where we had the most problems, and the most time to relax. It was good to be in forests again, even if the mosquitos were big enough to carry me away! Also, I saw a lot of buildings that were just the right size for me. Strange... have others of my kind been here before?
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Top of the Big Mound of Rocks, Ma!
This was in Indian territory, the flag beside that makes it clear. These rocks feel like they were put up as some kind of sentinal along the road... I felt like they were watching me the whole time.
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Rock Climbing
Okay, so I'm showing off a bit holding the rock like this, but then I so rarely get to show how agile I am!
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A Quick Conference
After the fuzzy haired kid's bike broke down, we ended up in a motel for free. Still, we were low on supplies, had no tent poles, and the weather seemed like it was only going to get worse. Here we discuss possible strategies.
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How Humiliating
It's bad enough that he is using me to get better TV reception... but so he can watch Survivor??? At least I don't have to watch it...
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Fishing
If I catch anything bigger than a minnow, it's going to drag me into the lake! But I was hungry, what can I say? It's a shame the picture didn't come out clearer, I'm rather proud of the makeshift fishing pole I made.
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A Short Conversation
For a moment, I thought this little guy could understand my bear-speak. Unfortunately, he only smelled a peanut on me. Still, he was courtious enough. |
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Another Trophy
What do you mean that thing has been dead for days? No, I killed it myself! Honest! I'm a mean little vicious bear, I tell you! I am!!! Why won't anyone believe me. |
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A Long Conversation
Long Distance rates are murder, especially when you care calling a different pocket of reality. Mom and Dad were worried about me, so I gave them a quick call. |
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By The River
This great little river had a number of small fish for me to eat. At least I don't have to choak down that stupid macaroni and tuna the fuzzy haired kid is so fond of! |
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Coffee!
The was more of a full body water bottle than a drink for me. It had been pouring rain, I was soaked and freezing. But warming up to this coffee gave me a chance to figure out we were going on the wrong road. |
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The Quebec Mansion
This was a strange mystery indeed. This house is just the right size for me! Who built it? Did my ancestors come here? The furniture inside was cleaned out, but I saw some items with dates on it... it was last occupied sometime in the late 1890s... hmmmm....
The Maritimes, and Newfoundland |
