Brownian reminded me that I was in Edmonton for three days and didn’t go to the World Waterpark. In fact, we drove halfway across Canada and back this summer and only swam once.
I was in Penticton and didn’t float from Lake Okanagan to Lake Skaha.
Or in Lake Skaha…
Or in Lake Okanagan…
Or any of the other lakes around there, for that matter.
I was at West Hawk Lake in Manitoba and didn’t swim in the deepest lake in the province, which happens to be a meteor crater.
I was at the Little Britt Inn and didn’t swim in the river, which has otters.
We stayed in both Wawa & Rossport and didn’t set toe in Lake Superior (which was 9 degrees C above its usual frigid temperature).
We visited the salt lakes in Saskatchewan and didn’t swim with the brine shrimp and avocets.
…in Massey and didn’t swim in Georgian Bay.
Our hotel in Brandon had a pool with a spiral water slide and we just went to bed and slept.
We were in Lake Louise for lunch and opted for a walk instead of a dip.
We bypassed a mountain stream, a glacial river, hot springs, a community pool, and innumerable flooded sloughs in the Prairies, which unusually had water everywhere.
There were a lot of sloughs.
And a lot of inviting rivers…
(Well, OK, I would have skipped the glacial river anyway. They’re cold!)
It was just rush, rush, rush. We’re just going to have to do it all over again, slowly, with more and earlier stops so we can swim.