Days Inn and Suites Collingwood
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- Meeting rooms/conference facilities
- Continental Breakfast
- Refrigerator in room
- Non-smoking hotel
- Indoor pool
- Laundry facilities (self serve)
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... went wrong. Thankfully, we did find out. I say thankfully, because now we know what happened, and can prevent it in the future. We hadn't realized, other than a slight suspicion after the fact, the we needed to leave the keys in the car so the steering wouldn't lock. Lesson learned!
Our reasons for coming to Barrie were to get some small warranty stuff fixed, as well as some bigger projects that we felt we could use help completing. Paul, in the ...
... drifts of snow and we had to scramble home in ice storms. My love of winter comes and goes; it is ambivalent; it is partly made of hate, partly of awe; and it survives. It runs through me, this love, and is buried inside of me deeply, enduringly, like a beautiful white bone. I will always be a stranger to warmer climates, an odd creature of the North that looks out of place in sunlight. I will always yearn for battered mountain tops and the ...
Today is wistful and bright, the resumption of tranquility in the wake of the wildness of St Patrick's. There are people sitting on the benches outside with their arms bare, even though it is bitterly cold again. They are chatting with their hands thrown over their faces to ward off the glare that bites at everything, that flashes up from the snow that has melted and frozen so many times these past few days as the warm thaw has struggled desperately ...
... a dark stage that stretches without end, with the softening curtains ripped away, with bright, harsh lights that reveal nothing. And so the first of the international workers will be leaving over the upcoming days. We will depart as we first arrived, a grinning, disparate line of backpacks and suitcases, catcalling and whistling, drunk with excitement, over-bright with fatigue. I want to fix everyone in my head just before they go. How did it look when ...
... a bucket-sized Americano and a fresh berry scone. I was dreamily writing long overdue cards to my family, when a brush of cold air from the street broke the train of my thoughts and I looked up. I couldn't believe it, for I found myself looking into the intense face of Mark Handsome, the bike extraordinaire and one-time, unexpected street conversationalist I had met just before Christmas. I sort of choked out a gurgled greeting, but he didn't seem to hear me, ...