And yes, I know I should be writing like any good vertically challenged writer should be doing.
Lemme just say, it’s good to be back home!
We drove into the garage at 10 something PM last night, and I celebrated by reading fan fiction until 2am. 😛
But anyway, the past two days have been filled with all sorts of awesome fun cold, and me being an unoriginal blogger (TM) I’m blogging about it. Because it’s fun. 😀 I’ve finished my bag of frozen raspberries and listening to some AIO scores, so, let’s get into it.
It only took a few minutes on the road to get into wanderlust mode, not that I’m sorry about it. Endless trees, fields and barns just get me excited, for some reason. And itching to finish Just Come Home. XD You know how they say half the fun is getting there?
They were right.
The other half was just as fun.
Add really, really cold to that list and you got it down pat.
I’ve been to Ottawa once, when I was 7. That time it was night, it was chilly, and I had no clue just how beautiful this city was.
We technically weren’t even supposed to be in Ottawa. Split second decisions for the win.
The vibe here- well, the ambience, pick whichever fits you- was so different from Montreal. not that is was bad or anything. I dunno, it was just different. Fresh. Old and new and… inspiring.
It’s kinda amazing. To think that years ago, the people who founded your nation walked the same streets you stand on. Built the tower that you’re gaping at.
That a long time ago, it all started here.
And what’s weird, is that even though you’re not in a museum, history’s never been more alive than it is right now.
Yep, that’s me struggling in the magenta jacket. And yes, that gargoyle is ugly.
After a good half hour of freezing cold, we finally made it into the building to get tickets to see the capital building- only to be told all the tour tickets we’d get were in French.
As in the subject I flunked in a year ago.
But when you think about the fact that the capital won’t be open to the public for another 15 years, French isn’t so bad! Right?
And no, no it wasn’t. 😉
The Eternal Flame was flaming all right- I forgot what it represents, but it apparently hasn’t stopped representing it. Good for you, old fire.
And heheh, I was messing around with angles. It seemed to be better than the selfies that everyone else were taking. Though, taking a picture of yourself with a monument that stands for our rights as citizens, our freedoms, the blessings God gave us as Canadians (Or Americans or wherever y’all come from), with a reminder of what we stand for- that doesn’t seem too bad.
Except when we’re no longer sure just what we’re standing for, but here’s hoping we figure it out in time.
Was I being philosophical for a second there? Huh. 😛 Moving on.
No, my brother’s not a gargoyle, sorry. XD He’s way handsomer than one and no, you aren’t allowed to tell him I said that. XD I think the best part about this trip was bonding with family. I mean, we do have to agree on where to stop for WIFI, right?
And looking up at Capitol Hill, I think it’s called, I couldn’t help but feel a tad proud of what Canada means. Sure we’ve made some dumb mistakes and tax is bad and that Christian belt of people isn’t as prominent as it really needs to be, but it has some good things too. Like maple syrup. And snow. You know, some good things.
My feet were cold, but my brain was working overtime to store all the architectural detail… everywhere! I love old buildings, no matter what style, and I practically jumped just turning around. A wonder I didn’t trip no anything.
Also, I dunno bout you, but I feel really sorry for Henry Albert Harper over there. Trying to save a gal from drowning and dying with her, at only 28. I gotta write a story about it sometime. It’s kinda sweet that of all the plaques they coulda picked up, they picked one random, lesser known hero.
The streets were b e a u t i f u l.
It really was like walking through a story or something. I can only imagine what Ottawa looked like when it first started.
I don’t know how my family managed to snag free tour tickets in French, but somehow, it worked out and we headed back to actually get inside. And that was awesome. If it wasn’t so cold. 😛 I really connected with those gargoyles, the poor guys stuck on the building for who knows how long. They look so done right now. Like I am with this post– moving on!
And this is where all the huge arguments take place, friends. I wouldn’t know, because as helpful as our tour guide was, I couldn’t understand a single word he was saying. It’s not your fault Felix, you were great! Blame my total dunceness concerning any other language.
But seriously though. I’m learning French, and I’m gonna actually pay attention!
I bet my mom’s sighing in relief as she plans 7 days worth of French assignments at me. Have mercy…
My absolutely no doubt about it most favorite part of the entire place was the library.
Felix called it the bibliotech or something, and I’m pretty sure I spelled that wrong, but the library was so beautiful I can’t even.
I mean, I woulda gladly spent the entire day inside the library, if it weren’t for the fact half the books were gone. For renovation purposes. Rats.
Also, all the designs were hand carved.
The next part was the Peace Tower- as in the tower in front of the building, yup, that. I had no clue you could actually go and see the city- but you can. And it is so beautiful I could’ve been standing there for a long time if my feet didn’t hurt. XD We got up there by way of a small, dark elevator, and on the way up you could hear bells ringing.
Of course, I saved that in a folder of my brain for writing. It’s somewhere along with evil plans to take over the world and homework.
Outside of the elevator was something else to look at. Practically the whole city you could see from that lookout. It was something to marvel at, alright. And looking up- ahh, there wasn’t anywhere you could look at and not want to take a picture of. At least for me.
Not Big Ben, but just as wow- worthy.
And so is the height we were up at.
If that was all we got to see, that would’ve been more than enough for me. If we’d come back down and drove off, I’da been more than content.
But there was more.
As one of the guides told us, one of the main reasons for building the Memorial Chamber (so sorry if I got like all these names wrong) was to never forget the first world war. They carved out stone and wrote down names, not expecting there would be another war.
Somehow the last fact makes me shut up and think really hard.
There were books all around the room, sealed in glass cases.
On every page are the names of every soldier who gave their life for the war.
Fathers. Brothers. Lovers. Scientists. Random guys.
Sometimes you really need to remember that, y’know?
I walked out with a new appreciation of living in Canada. Because the freedom I have, the freedom I take for granted, people died for that. Can’t forget. I owe that much and more.
Anyhoo, we drove back home, and I successfully managed to get my entire family into the AIO fandom (YAAAASSSSSS). 10 episodes! 10 episodes nonstop! While I’ll be ranting on that on Welcome To Odyssey, I would like to note with pride that my parents listened to an episode with Jason Whittaker and liked it. It happened to be Accidental Dilemma, and they were promptly worried about Jason exploding himself.
Very proud fangirl right here.
Ahem, this post in on the long side, wouldn’t you say? So I think I’ll end it right now. Thanks a bunch for sticking through the end!
There are things in life that make you go, “wow.” It can be anything from a cake that plops out of the pan perfectly, to the Grand Canyon, finding out Mitch came back, a really cool science experiment, a sunset, the ending of Infinity War, and a perfectly executed skate move. Take your pick.
My “wow” thing last Saturday was a random hike in bluffs in Scarborough.
I love hikes, I love roughing it out, climbing things, risking falling, discovering new paths, and capturing the whole thing on my camera. Thanks to school though, and then other projects, those times are few and far in between. But when they do come, it’s pretty epic.
Last Saturday I was plugging on this laptop for said secret project that I’m super excited about that I ain’t saying a thing about when my mother told us to get moving. It was only when we were all in the car did I find out we were going to Bluffer’s, a place I haven’t been since I was nine. Long time. Good times. Anyway, let’s skip the part with traffic, headaches, and lack of internet and jump into the part we began walking.
The good thing about fall hikes are no bug bites, beautiful foliage, and really fresh air. Not to mention perfect weather. The bad thing- where is the bad thing in this?
Thanks, brother. The shot wouldn’t have been as interesting without you. Anyway, nothing said nostalgia like walking through those muddy paths again- a’course we walked right through some poor couple’s photoshoot, complete with real flash and what not. I hope they didn’t mind.
Okay, so it wasn’t a mountain. It was still epic though. Although I probably was going to climb it if it weren’t for the obvious sign, the recent small landslide, certain death (because if the bluffs didn’t kill me my mother certainly would) and a camera. Hmph. 😦
But the view was more than worth it.
Look at that. It’s beautiful.
It was hard to take pictures of the whole thing without running into someone else taking a picture too, or (even worse) someone actually chipping off the bluffs. Which confuses me but oh well. 😛
About ten times you’da heard someone yelling at me to slow down, and with a view like this? I didn’t blame them. It’s amazing how beautiful God’s creation is.
Now, most of the time we go on hikes, we go to the main attraction, stay a while, then head back.
This time though, something musta taken over all of us, because we unanimously agreed to keep going. Which is probably a family thing, but oh well.
Okay, now that I think about it I probably convinced everyone to keep going, considering how far ahead I was. 😛 But hey, it worked out!
I think one of the “wow” things that made it for me was how peaceful the water was. It hardly looked like it was moving at all, and it kinda made me want to grab a canoe and paddle to the edge of the sea. Again, certain death stopped me. But still, it was so breath-taking. No joke, I had to catch my breath for a good five minutes.
Someone set a wittle adowable gnomon here, so I shall show it to you as well. I almost knocked it and myself over the log in the process. XD
By the time we decided to head back, we’d been walking for over two hours past a bluff, up a steep road, through a fancy neighborhood, and backwards (don’t ask.) And then there was one tiny problem.
We had to walk down the side of the bluff. Like straight down. As you can see ^.
To avoid sounding like a fisherman who got the big one I’ll just say it was a really interesting trip down. 😀 And added to the “wow”.
Which this whole hike was. And which is why I enjoyed it. My only problem later was I was hungry. XD