My friend Patty and I, ever the intrepid travelers, decided to take the recommendation of our friend Sherman and drive to the little town of Morrisburg, Ontario and join a group of polymer artists who meet once a year at the McIntosh Inn for a retreat.
We crossed the border into Canada, pulled up to the Canadian border inspection station, and handed our passports to the border screening agent in the booth.
“Polymer clay retreat? What’s that?” the agent wanted to know after Patty told him the purpose of our trip.
“It’s not like a religious retreat,” Patty explained, “it’s a bunch of artists who get together and work on their polymer clay projects.”
“Polymer clay?” the agent wasn’t buying it.
I leaned over so the agent could hear me. “It’s like what men do when they get together with their model trains.”
“Oh!” the agent, replied, “you’re gonna throw clay at one another?”
I had never heard of that, so I laughed as if I got the joke. The agent handed our passports back and waved us on our way.
We had a great time, renewed old acquaintances and made new friends. We drank Tim Horton coffee, ate Butter Tarts, wrestled with the metric system and warned our Canadian colleagues that after the U.S. election in November, we might be back to stay.
Here are some pictures
To see more pictures, go to my Flickr site, here.