Cross-Canada Trek, part deux

Dad, channeling the spirit of Bud the Spud, ripped the tar off the 401 and made it into Ottawa in record time (with the obligatory stop at Tim Horton's). Aunt Siobhan (and Malarkey my canine cousin) were kind enough to host a family get together. Here are Mom, Grandma, Great-Grandma, Great-Grandad with Madeleine, and Dad.


Next up is the Reithmeier clan, Grandad, Uroma with Madeleine, Dad and Mom.
Four generations of Devlins.


Shaun Casey, Mom and Baby M.

The whole family gathers for a quick group shot.

Following that special event in Ottawa, we all packed into the Mazda 5 and headed back west. We made it as far as a place called Kingston; home of Sir John A., Don Cherry and the Tragically Hip. 800 plus kilometres in one day and just about everyone was pooped, as one might expect. Like father, like daughter.

After a little nap and a wee bit of room service, there was some quiet family time.

The following morning, we had about 60 seconds to do some sightseeing before the skies opened up for one of those famous Ontario deluges.

Kingston City Hall, mere moments before Dad was soaked.
So concludes this part of our adventure. What happens next you ask? Well of course you'll simply have to tune in to find out, but I can tell you there will be orangutans!