I always forget how long it takes to get to Tobermory. For some reason time/distance is stuck in my head from my parents’ place. Problem with that is that it’s another hour to hour and a half from my place. Oh well, I wasn’t driving. And there were Timmy’s locations to stop at. 🙂
Dan’s camping trip this weekend got cancelled, so I suggested this jaunt as an alternative day trip. I haven’t been up that way in some time, and he never had. And so off we went. No matter that it really ended up being about seven hours of driving for an hour or two in Tobermory and another hour visiting the M&Ms.
The harbour (busy day for boating, not surprisingly):
The Chi Cheemaun eating vehicles:
A collection of sockbeasts at one of the kitschy shops (I know how long they take; that price seems low, and I don’t like their big, domed alien heads…):
Lloyd the wire mesh, light-up animatronic alligator is not for sale:
And were I independently wealthy, I would have purchased ALL of these MAGNIFICENT pieces of art for Sherry’s new home:
Also, in a moment of Facebook imitating life, we were walking along the boardwalk when I was stopped by an attractive blonde. She asserted she knew me, that we’d been in school together, and, indeed, in a play together — she was one of my “daughters”. After which she asked, “Are you my mama?” I laughed, and said that yes, I was. Impressively, she and I remembered each other’s names (hers is Carrie), and she played one of the five daughters to my Golde in Fiddler on the Roof. Introductions to male companions ensued, a brief catch-up on the last decade or so took place, and then we were all on our way.
Definitely the first time a stranger has walked up to me and asked, “Are you my mama?” Fortunately, most of the time I can say no. 🙂