The Return of the Better Era

Cries of joy were heard throughout the land as the message was passed forth that Elora would once again reclaim her rightful place as blogmaster. The beacons of hope have once again been ignited. Bells chimes to the holy rythm of Waka Flocka Flames fourth symphony, $*&$  ^%!@ in G major.

This monumental day of triumph included a trip to costco, loblaws and tim hortons. The plane ride was relatively uneventful as Conor managed to remember all of his equipment. In a sudden change of events Conor kept his own belongings not only in sight, but in sudden act of heroism pointed out Lucas' forgotten water bottle, surprising us all. To fulfill our curiosity Conor explained his new method of keeping track of all his stuff, which is calculated using a complex mathematical sequence which appears to be working quite well... (items*sin/square root of -6 to the power of pie to the power of y=x)

In Costco many things were also discovered, while waiting with our kale, large quantities of questionable hemp seed and organic quinoa. A new waiting space was provided, Thanks to the sample wicker furniture. While Simon and Elora collapsed after a hard day of travelling and selecting lettuce the cart was left in the middle of the lane. Sonya exemplified why Megan sent her with us by responsibly moving the cart, followed by a parent like scolding. Leaving her role as the responsible one/keeping the immature older athletes in check evident.

Meanwhile, at Loblaws, the group of guys who weren't trusted to restrain themselves at Costco shopped for anything we couldn't get at Costco (not much). Activities included Cam getting ousted after trying to ride in the shopping cart, Lucas attempting to buy his way to Nationals through small savings (dat 2 for 2$ aluminum wrap, tho) and shopping for heart-shaped pillows for Valentines day. Cheez Wiz and Lucky Charms cereal(?) were requested to no avail.

Then came the drive to our accomodations (Chateau Edelweiss). On the way we picked up Ben at Carlton and discovered the wonder of walkie-talkies. We tried to be professional about it, even assigning code names to the vans (mucho burrito, tango mango and beached whale). Communication was at a high (conversion even switched to French and Spanish at points), we were always up to date on what was happening. We knew when Beach Whale left the beach (started driving), we knew when Mucho Burrito had turned portside and that there was a (disputed) train going by us. Unfortunately, when things were going perfectly we "lost visual of the Beach Whale". Panicked, we didn't relocated the Beached Whale until it was "Beached" (arrived at the chateau and parked).

The "Chateau" we're staying at is pretty incredible. Located at the bottom of a downhill resort, it has 8 beds, 2 bathrooms and 3 couches throughout 2 stories. On the second story is a hot tub and a kitchen (as well as a few bedrooms). To top it all off there is a dinning room table! It felt like a great luxury to not be eating on a couch or around a crowded table.

goodbye all, don't worry more professional posts are sure to come, as the sun rises on this new era

This blog is a democracy written by; Simon, Elora, Conor, Lucas and possibly others. Everyone is welcome to contribute.

great picture elora drew on snapchat

lucas leaning in for the kiss