This weekend marks the start of August and is the 2nd of 3 that define the summer. When I was working it was usually halfway through my vacation – so the August long weekend either meant we were getting back from a US trip or starting a mini-holiday. A particularly good one was in 1997 when Sarah Maria and I went to Nashville. Another one was a 1998 motor trip to Ottawa.
After we retired we continued with the tradition. The above photo is from an August trip to Montreal in 2005.
And in 2007 we went to Vermont where we visited Calvin Coolidge’s home in Plymouth Notch.
In 2011 it was back to Vermont where we went to the lovely and historic town of Woodstock. Woodstock was later devastated by flooding in the Hurricane Irene disaster. Bummer.
One of our best August holiday trips was to Lancaster Pennsylvania in 2012. Teddy loved the Strasurg Railroad.
And later he got to drive a train of his own.
And who could forget the fabulous airplane ride at Dutch Wonderland – where Veronica cried every time the ride ended and she had to get off.
Lots of memories for this weekend, even if the grandkids are away visiting Dave’s parents now and we are staying home this year. There’s always another time (I hope.)