Halifax Mooseheads: Memorial Cup Champions

It's not just a stereotype: hockey is a big deal in Canada. So, in 2013 when the Halifax Mooseheads won the CHL championship Memorial Cup for the first time in franchise history, the team was welcomed home with a celebration, an outdoor signing party, and a day named in their honour.

The weather was perfect and the crowds filled Grand Parade and overflowed onto the streets. They were young and old, sporting painted faces, Mooseheads jerseys, and all kinds of paraphernalia.

The man of the hour was Nathan MacKinnon, named most valuable player of the tournament and subsequently drafted to play for the Colorado Avalanche NHL franshise in the 2013-2014 season.

After the show, the fans literally lined up for blocks for the chance to say hello to the hometown heroes.

 

and to have photos taken with the trophies of course.

The sun was hot, the line-ups were long, and these guys sat and signed until I'm sure their hands were cramped. Yet, no matter how exhausted, our star player was willing to put on his true game face for the little boy on his dad's shoulders calling his name, and the woman standing beside them holding a camera.

Jungle Cats

My cats are indoor cats for 9 months of the year.

When spring rolls around and the back door starts opening, though, they've been known to make a quick dash for the exit. Montgomery doesn't generally make it very far. He doesn't like the feel of the grass on his feet and is generally content to sit on the step and watch Chloe prowl through the grass until something exciting catches his eye.

 Usually it's Chloe, who, on the other hand, was born outside and doesn't seem to have lost her instinct or love for hunting.

Nothing over there.

Nothing over that way.

Success!

Spring 2013

Spring.

When Mother Nature lets go of winter and slowly but surely breathes new life into the beauty that was there underneath all along.

Girls' Night Out

Girls'

Night 

 

Out.

The Gottingen St. Apartment * The Argyle * Pacifico * The Lower Deck

April 19, 2013

Savannah, Georgia (Once Upon A Time in the South East, Part I)

When you're a player of the worlds largest online video game, you get to meet people from all over. Most of them will come and go, known only by a screen name and an avatar. Occasionally, you get an email address or a Facebook profile invitation. In some instances, people find love. I have been lucky enough to have met a small number people I consider true friends, and though in some cases we've never met in person, some know me better than people I see every day.

In February of 2013, I was afforded the opportunity to not only meet some of my WoW friends, but to bear witness to one of the most significant days of their lives. It was my first trip to America, and while it was only a week-long visit, it was the highlight of my year.

I start in Savannah, Georgia, where, after getting lost in the Atlanta airport and missing our original flight, we were welcomed into the home of Bo and Taylor.

First breakfast: real, actual, not-imported-across-the-border Krispy Kreme! I specifically noticed the English spelling of doughnut. Hmm... are we sure we're in the U.S.?

Heh, yup. Definitely the U.S.

We spent a good part of a day touring the National Museum of the Mighty Eighth Airforce. I'm not a big history or military fanatic, but this is a must-see if you're in Savannah. The site is large and well laid out, and the displays are eye-catching, interesting, and interactive.

There is also an entire wing devoted to the actions of women who filled in at home, and those who took part overseas in military service.

 Also of note, at the beginning of the tour, there was a class of children no more than 6 or 7 years old, if that. They were sitting on the floor in front of a map of Nazi Germany and a lady stood in front of them asking questions about American history. Without being prompted, those children were answering. And they were answering correctly.

"...and after that, in 1939, Hitler attacked..."
*chorus of children* "Poland!"

It kind of blew my mind a little.

There were other parts of Savannah to see as well: 

and Colonial Park Cemetary, which became known as "that really nice one downtown by the plaque commemorating the guy that penned Jingle Bells." (I know, I'm such a tourist)

We overheard a gentleman nearby telling a couple of touristy-types that these graves along the outer edge were those of slaves, who it was felt did not warrant a distinct plot of their own.

I could have spent the entire week just driving and walking the city of Savannah itself. We got soaked in the rain on River Street (accompanied by the loudest thunder I have ever heard) and stumbled into an unknown sports bar for a burger and a drink when our bellies started rumbling.

 

But we did have some nice weather. In fact...

mmmm.... 80 degrees in February....

There was also the trees. 

I love love loved the oak trees with the spanish moss hanging down all over everything. The way they naturally formed tunnels over the road was mesmerizing. I think it's fair to say that these old oaks definitely won out over palm trees as my latest photographic tree obsession.

And aside from the trees, there were these:

and these:

(some of which Taylor was mortified to find I had stood in her yard in my pyjamas to shoot. "It's okay," she was assured. "The neighbours know she's Canadian.")

Oh, and this guy, who flew right over my head. Pretty sure I've never seen anything quite like him:

In the evenings, we frequented a number of restaurants, my favorite of which was The Pirate's House.  There was also La Berry for a treat, and Lulu's Chocolate Bar, which was delightful although not quite the 'family' atmosphere we expected from their website. 

After supper there was downtime, when we hung out and discussed the differences between Canadian and American life as we knew it. There was also a bit of time with these two, although Natalie was mostly interested in watching Dora The Explorer and Anna in playing dressup with the nearest teddy bear:

Our first few days in Georgia panned out better than we could have hoped, aside from a bit of delayed luggage. As the week went on, I realized just how much there was to see in Savannah alone, and as I started to tell this story, I've realized this is definitely going to take more than one blog post!