My chauffeur was very patient and obliging, stopping or backing up the car
so I could capture pictures to drag home to the blog.
His willing (and rare) acquiesence gave me an odd sense of power,
almost as if I was casting a long shadow...
or having a religious experience.
Is this not a quintessentially Canadian photo?!
If I said there was
a bottle of maple syrup,
a case of beer,
a package of back bacon,
and a woolly toque
inside, would that convince you?
I still have several more pictures to post from our Sunday backroads excursion,
but I wouldn't want you to go snow blind so I'll save them for another day.
Why don't you don the toque,
grab the syrup, beer and bacon
and follow us home for pancakes.
They're another of Pierre's specialties, and if you're really lucky,
maybe there'll be some fresh-baked beans in the oven as well.