Church in Brockville Ontario

Today we woke up at 5a.m in Mattawa so we took our time. I read some more of Barbara Huck’s book on the Canadian Fur Trade routes. It is endlessly fascinating. We did not want to eat in the restaurant of our motel so we hit the road instead. We were on the road by 7:20, which for us is extremely early.  We stopped for breakfast at Deep River, home of Canada’s nuclear energy facility where our cousin Erich Vogt worked, before he became a professor in nuclear physics at the University of B.C.

For what might have been the first time ever, I ordered food from the senior’s breakfast at age 75.  I have always thought the portions for seniors are too small. This one was fine. The restaurant was called the Bear’s Den.  I particularly enjoyed the toast made from real home-made bread.  To quote God, I said about the meal: “It is good.”

Later in Brockville, we wanted to enjoy a dinner at Finnegan’s Irish pub because they advertised that their Soup of the Day was Jameson’s Irish whiskey with a side of ginger. That sounded pretty good to us, but the kitchen was already closed by the time we got there. We crossed the street where there was another Irish pub, called Thousand Island Brewing Co.  Lots of Irish in this town.  And they like to drink. Of course, they do; they’re Irish.  We were convinced that the waitress was not Irish. She wasn’t surly.

We liked it so much in this town we decided to stay and an extra day after the celebration of life.