My good friend Richard was kind enough to invite a bunch of us up to his family’s cabin a couple hours outside of Toronto for a weekend. We bought a suckling pig and had an outdoor pigroast. Other notable highlights: late night frozen lake walks illuminated mostly by sparklers, a bb gun pistol, and cold cold snow.
This little guy died [petrified and very dead squirrel] fell in the chimney, unofficial mascot for our trip.
[Thanks to Nariman Mousavi for taking the photos].
