Close call

About a month ago, Christine and I were talking about this little blog.

I was explaining that, back when I started it, I thought that eventually I would run out of things to talk about. At some point, visits would become routine and the place would be renovated and redecorated to our liking and that would be that.

But then, it always seems like a little something happens that we feel like sharing.  We go into every weekend expecting nothing but to enjoy the place, but the next thing you know...we see Elvis or something.

Or we have an oil spill.

We showed up on the afternoon of our anniversary to find a notice on our door.  Due to an oil spill two days earlier, lake water was not to be used for basically anything but flushing toilets. We had noticed significant damage to a few properties just down the hill, but couldn't tell what had caused it.  In fact, we didn't know any of the details until we got home and my dad had sent us this article.

A little scary to hear, but eventually we realised that the only thing we use the lake water for is washing dishes and we could still do that with the water that we haul in from Ottawa.  The lake was still a little cold to swim in at that point so nothing lost on that level.  Another encouraging sign was that it didn't seem to be bothering the wild life.

Christine went back a week later and was greeted by another notice in the door, but this time to tell us that the advisory was off and normal water usage could resume.  So all told, it lasted a week.  It did seem, based on our walk over to the public area, like the situation was being well managed so the lift didn't come as much of a surprise.

Why only bring this up now?  Well, it didn't seem very appropriate to stress over a 90L oil spill in light of the situation in Calgary at the time.

So we've been back to our usual shenanigans, including this past Canada Day weekend.  And the water is now finally warm enough to swim in.