As the temperatures warmed up to an almost springlike feeling, the pack embarked on their first Roadie of the year. Destination: Warkworth's Maple Syrup Festival.
Arriving in the crisp country morning air to Sandy Flat Sugar Bush, Girl, Ribsy, and Mirabel waited patiently as Boy wolfed down his pancake and sausage breakfast:
Next Girl, Ribsy and Mirabel waited patiently as Boy indulged in some old-fashioned taffy on snow making (and eating):
Then Girl, Ribsy and Mirabel waited patiently as Boy peered in countless pails, in an effort to check the sap levels of each maple tree in the vicinity:
Yawn, thought Ribsy. Though Boy stopped short of going on a sleigh ride, partaking in snowshoeing or trying his hand at log sawing, Ribsy couldn't help but wonder, what's in this for whippets?
He got his answer soon enough as two humongous, gigantic, two-legged black squirrels strolled down the pathway and stopped right in front of them. Oh. My. Dog. Ribsy and Mirabel were in awe of these immense specimens. So much so that they insisted on getting their photos taken with them:
Sorry I killed two of your relatives, a flustered Mirabel squeaked.
Now satisfied with the morning's events, Ribsy and Mirabel happily agreed to a stroll along the pretty main street of Warkworth. Along the way they scored another unexpected whippet bonus - they met Banjo, an elderly whippet who was out with his family, donned in a Superman-like cape-coat:
A sandwich lunch and a mini-stock up on Warkworth's famous maple syrup later, the pack were off back home, sumptuously satiated in the mid-March sunshine.
