On of my favorite parts of little weekenders like this is waking up with no plans and taking the day as it comes. On Saturday we opted to shoot over to the Quebec side a short distance away and take in some of the beautiful roads out that way.
This is the Wiener Master.
These are the Wiener Masters.
Stephen’s family had some sick steeds in their stable so we hung up the motos in favour of hops & barley and took a few badass bicycles out for a rip.
Now, anyone who has spent any amount of time with me (especially travelling) will tell you that if something bad is going to happen to anyone on this trip, whether it’s falling off a horse in Costa Rica or getting hit in the forehead with a flying zebra muscle (thanks again, Aner!), it’s happening to me…
This is my photo of a beautiful landscape…
This is my photo of the trees and the sky that I took as my leg fell through a gap in the bridge…
Camera saved, beer mostly saved, leg not broken.
Do some dips.