After that, we were still so hot, we stopped down the road in Creston for an ice cream cone, where we picked up perogies and cabbage rolls for that night’s dinner.

We stopped in Cranbrook for lunch, and were mauled by a flock of very socialized geese. They were so relentless, we not only had to move to another picnic area, but we had to send John to scare them away occasionally. He was good at it – he’d run, flapping his arms, screaming like a maniac.