What is Heritage Day, you may ask. Well, I did and according to my husband, it’s just a holiday. If it has any significance he isn’t aware of what it is. Canadians seem to enjoy many holidays that conveniently fall on Monday’s. Canadians, in my opinions, have their priorities straight. Invent holidays and assign them to Mondays. It’s such a simple idea that it reeks of genius. Small wonder we in the states are taught from childhood to ridicule and make fun of our continental mates to the North. If the news about how many four day holiday weekends Canadians enjoy became common knowledge in the U.S., we might turn it into yet another meaningless action item on the trivia list that passes for issues in cluster-fuck ’08.

We had planned to travel to West Yellowstone for the holiday weekend and camp with Linette and Tea from the YWBB. Katy has never camped and was terribly excited about the prospect. However, Montana is more than a half a whole days drive from Edmonton, and after the jam-packed summer we have already had, and with anniversary of Shelley’s passing looming for Rob, we decided that we would camp in the comfort of our front yard instead. And Katy? She barely noticed the difference. 

Camping in one’s front yard is as weenie as it sounds, but I am completely unapologetic about it. I haven’t camped since before Katy was born and though she doesn’t have that horrified expression when the subject of peeing sans plumbing and walls is mentioned anymore, she is dubious nonetheless. Aside from the lack of sleep, it went well. In a few weeks we are going to give a campground nearby a try, and if this goes well we will kick it up a notch and tackle the real outdoors out West to the Jasper area. As with everything else, it is all about the baby steps.

A belated Happy Heritage Day to all!