(aka We Finally Visit The Royal Tyrrell Museum at Drumheller)
(and the World’s Largest Dinosaur)
(and the Moosling slept the whole time)
It was the 20th annual Highland Games in Canmore – lots of bagpipes and kilts and knitted socks with things tied round them, and caber tossing, drums and highland flinging. And genuine Scottish accents. And sheepdogs.
Most of the day was cold, overcast and miserable – nice and authentic highland weather. We took the moosling out for a few wanders around to check out everything, and ended up at the far end of the field for the mass pipe and drum event. They marched up to within 5 metres of us, bagpipes blaring, and he didn’t even stir – there really is something to the phrase ‘sleeping like a baby’.
And he’s a boy!
Arrived into the outside world 3am, Monday 23rd August.
Adventuring will resume once I’m feeling a bit more mobile. Right now even the walk to the mailbox is more than I can handle (I got most of the way there, then decided I was close enough and headed for home… it’s probably a whole 100 metres or so after all).
So life is getting a bit less comfortable. The moosling is at 40 weeks today, so has hit the official due date (unless you go by scans, which put it at a few days later… either way, moosling arrival is impending). And I can’t walk around much, or get comfortable, so in the meantime, I wait. It could be today, or could be another couple of weeks…
