Mariner Motor Hotel
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- Airport Transportation
- Continental Breakfast
- Meeting rooms/conference facilities
- Refrigerator in room
- Non-smoking hotel
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As new RVers, we knew there would be a learning curve, and that everything wouldn't always go as planned. What we didn't expect, however, were the lessons to come so soon. We finally started our journey late afternoon on Apr 23, after waiting for an axle seal to be replaced on the car. We got the car hooked up on the tow bar and, with a cheer, got on the road. The plan was for a short drive to the Flying J in Napanee, where there would be 24 hour facilities and ...
... in such redundant and linear terms. And then again, it was minus twelve this morning, so the sweat froze in my hair as I ran by the lake and the lake itself was stacked at the end of the highway in planes of blue and white frozen water, unmoving, as static as a painting. I wanted to see a true winter in Canada and thereby remember the winters of my childhood, winters where the gale-force winds knocked the electricity out for days and our cars ...
... in the blue darkness of my cramped room. It was a strange thought; how vulnerable and oblivious a human body can be when it slumbers. I don't know how, but I woke up on time for coffee and peach porridge before heading back into work for my shift. The vast Canadian sky was filled with stars and unbearably beautiful as I walked down the deserted highways. I felt sorry for all of my housemates and neighbours and friends and acquaintances who were ...
... and you are separate from them and left trying to translate the murmurs of past conversations, feeling through words as though they were debris. Sometimes to remember is difficult and infuriating, it is as though you are trying to get the attention of someone who eternally has their their back turned towards you and you have no voice to yell with and no hand to reach out to grasp. Sometimes, worst of all, retrospectivity is futile and lonely and cold, ...
... who asks questions to learn, who exercises speech as a gateway to listening. It was a nice change of pace from the roaring chaos of my staff accommodation. Once we had drained our cups, we decided to go for a walk and drifted down to the harbour, Mark with his bike in hand. It was stunning by the waterfront; huge fingers of ice were jutting out into the far lake, sun was bouncing off the roofs of condos in bewildering flashes, the old Collingwood factory was all ...