Moose Country Minute – January 13 2018


A long stretch of the Rideau Canal in Ottawa was opened up to skaters last weekend, the skate-way approaching eight kilometres in length.

It reaches from Dow’s Lake in the south to the  edge of the Chateau Laurier Hotel in the north.

It was 39-below on the first official day of skating, and I bet there were a thousand or so who braved the frigid temperatures to take a little skate.

They are braver than me. And stupider.

It was bad enough heading out to get groceries, and having to walk a few feet from the car to the entrance of my favourite Independent store in the nation’s capital.

And it had underground parking.

Perhaps I have become a wuss, but the thought of going for a skate when it is pushing 40-below, without the wind chill factor, just freezes my brain.

In the summer, I seek shade; in the winter, I seek shelter.

Next to Ulaanbaatar, the capital of Mongolia, Ottawa is the coldest capital city in the world.

So why did I move here, you might ask? Well, for the warmth of family, to be close to our daughter, Erin, our only child, and the grandchildren she is producing for us.

We have one two-year-old granddaughter, and another one who will be arriving sometime in May.

If not for them, I’d likely be on Vancouver Island, and running a fishing charter of some sort.

That said, the days are getting longer, which means it won’t that long until spring.

Just the rest of January, then February, then March.

Then, before you know it, I’ll be seeking shade.