On The Boardwalk

The T’s parked themselves at the edge of Presquit’ile Island’s waters, listening to the waves lapping onto the stony beach. An accident on the highway had the homebound traffic all snarled up. They were waiting it out after enjoying an ice cream from the trailer they called ‘Pollywogs’. Mrs T. lay on a blanket next to the car dozing and her better half sat huddled on a camp chair snoring lightly in unison with the waves oblivious to the passing walkers and cars.

It had been a long day.

The little red car hurtled along tho highway. In the passengers seat sat Mr T. his seat back, fast asleep. The radio was playing keeping Mrs T company in the busy morning traffic. It was only when the car stopped at Coburg’s marina that Mr T surfaced.

“Come on now Mr T let’s stretch our legs.”

The red car then proceeded to it’s destination at a more leisurely pace. “Mr T I have decided to take a scenic route to Brighton which is close to the park.” Mrs T said loudly above the Coldplay music.

At the park’s entrance the prepaid receipt let the red car through the gate with a desperate need to find a washroom.

“Mr T. look on the map here and tell me where to go and Oh did ya see the sign saying ‘No swimming. Bacteria levels high’. Darn I was hoping to get a swim in today.”

The men’s washroom door was so tightly sprung that on the way out it smacked the man so hard sending Mr T swearing back to the car.

“What’s with all the blue air Mr T?”

“Never mind, let’s get going. It’s turning out to be a long day partner” he replied.

They explored the extent of the island, passing campgrounds, a cottage for rent and then by George houses!!

“Folks are living here right on the water,” said Mrs T in surprise. “In a provincial park? There were some for sale so I guess the land is privately owned” she mused.

Just then there was a loud rumbling sound. “No rain was in the forecast when I checked this morning” wailed Mrs T.

“No worries! That was my tummy Mrs T Let’s find a spot for lunch shall we. I liked the look of beach no.4 ehh.”

The egg mayonnaise sandwich’s were devoured overlooking the lake. The slap, slap sound of waves breaking on the stony shoreline and the chatter of kids playing at waters edge hardly detracted from their appetites

What happened next was the highlight of the day agreed the T’s, The Marshland Boardwalk beckoned and it was worth every board of construction. As they began walking a silence descended making the walk ethereal. Every turn brought a different view of the marshland from it’s vast expanse to tall reeds right up to the boardwalk, in their faces.

They reached an elevated platform built around a tree. Another couple came down the steps whispering in a French accent, “This is a boardwalk like no other. We come from Quebec and travel a lot. Did you see the swans with their signet. Non! Mon Dieu, you must go back ” With that they left leaving the T’s nodding in agreement.

Mr and Mrs T were standing together on the top deck of the ‘treehouse’ when they heard footsteps on the stairs. “It’’s time to carry on Mr T. Not much further to go ehh,” said Mr.T.

Before they knew it they were in an enchanted forest. “Mrs T. announced with authority, “These are horse-trees. See they look like saddles.”

“Oh! I see you read the sign with all the information on,” retorted Mr T with a wry smile that MrsT didn’t see.

To Mr T’s surprise Mrs T began horsing around and sat on a “saddle” of one tree. Mr T grabbed his cellphone to take a snap of the impulsive moment. Delighted he said “Gotcha ehh!”

And that was it. Sitting in the car after talking about the boardwalk Mrs T. said, “ What you say we grab an ice cream before we head home,”

“Pollywogs, trailer-restaurant has all kinds snacks, burgers, hot-dogs and ice cream,” said Mrs T. After waiting a short while they headed back to a spot looking over the lake’s water with the half finished cones in hand.

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#farce #nature #satire