Red Pine Inn & Conference Centre
- Continental Breakfast
- Free High-Speed Internet
- Swimming pool
- Business Services
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... king would be here. Suddenly, a dark figure approaches me. Well… not really. He’s still very far away. Well, what does everyone do when they see a dark figure? Run away! And that’s EXACTLY what I’m doing. I break into run, trying with all of my might. When I look back, he seems to be hovering, because he’s going fast, too fast to be travelling on snow. Again, I start running. I am exhausted to the point where I can’t ...
... on the Thames and sat on the top of the double decker bus and got our bearings and jumped off to see Big Ben, Westminster Abbey . Just looked at everything briefly .. plan on returning on Sunday to go inside. We went back to our hotel after a bit of a mixup on the Tube. All in all.. we collapsed in bed after 36 hours of staying awake. Im pretty sure we were a bit delirious. :) ...
... it. The day after we arrived, Saturday, was the reunion in Innisfil...which was great...got to see many cousins that I haven't seen in eons! Andrea and Tony did a great job!
Nate showed up in Bracebridge on Monday, after a one night stay at Laura's in Bradford and stayed over at Steve and Sue's place for a couple of nights. He joined us for supper in the our RV...in the driveway at Mom's...we had told Mom that we would ...
... had my purse stuffed by my brake foot. It was absolutely pouring with rain and Nancy manoeuvred the garbage and recycle into the containers sporting her raincoat and hood! How sad we really are because as we drove to the drop off bins we are greeted with our favourite local dashound trotting around the courtyard. Another dog had already been for a walk and was being dried off while a dad was taking his Daughter to school. This is the most activity we have seen since we arrived. ...
... read the same. It was five o'clock in the morning. The date on the calendar showed February 18th, 1966. I took a heavy draw off the cigarette in my hand, gagged and threw up a little. A bubble of snot burst from my nose and blended with the tears that ran down my face. I threw the cigarette towards the reddish sky and pleaded with the sun to stay hidden. Then I screamed and swore. Distant dogs wailed in response.