After New Years Jennifer said "We need a weekend away." "Toronto?" "No, a small town somewhere." I chose Wiarton, at the base of the Bruce Peninsula in Ontario.
I didn't know it was "Willie Weekend," their big weekend. Willie is the Canadian equivalent of Punxsatawney Phil, the prognosticating ground hog.
We learned it was an excuse to cut loose, get silly, have fun, and drink too much.
In this picture, Jennifer is with the horses that had just pulled us on an open-sleigh ride. That's the statue of Willie in the background.