The Hostage Exchange Went Well

The hostage exchange went well. We arrived at this ↓ door, where we were to meet at the Tim Hortons in Tweed, about 15 minutes before Heather got there. It's a very Canadian door handle, eh?

Hockey stick door handle.

The handle  makes sense because Tim Horton was a hockey player way back when I was still a teenager. I didn't love him because he played for the wrong team. But I like his places well enough now.

Tim Horton

Many thought he was a little crazy to open a restaurant selling just donuts and coffee, but now there   "are 3509 Tim Hortons locations in Canada." There are Timmies where there isn't much else, like in little Tweed. There are also "4,846 restaurants in 14 countries, including . . . 807 in the United States, 60 in Mexico, 29 in the Middle East, and 25 in the UK. "

Before the ladies headed west, Heather walked her dog in this nearby little park near. The light flare surprised me when I got home and saw it on the big screen, but they can be fun on occasion.

As you can see, it was quite a the lovely late-November day, but it had been cold overnight, and we passed much frozen water on the two-hour drive.  I would have loved to have stopped for a photo, but one doesn't do that while hurtling along a rural highway with shoulders barely wide enough to accommodate a car. We also had a set time to meet Heather.

After we three parted to go in our opposite directions, I had hoped to get a photo in the little pull-off near Tweed where there is a stream, but alas! it was barricaded, as were several others along the route. They do that here after our Thanksgiving in October on that highway. It makes sense because the rest areas are not tended in winter, and you can't have cars getting stuck in the snow. 

I tuned in to Louise Penny's, The Grey Wolf, on Audible, and the time flew. When I say flew, sometimes I feel as though I must sometimes drive faster than I want to on this rural and sometimes desolate, two-lane highway that has been called by some, The Forgotten Highway. I try to not drive too far over the 80kph speed limit, but when there is a huge transport barrelling down behind me at 100, I feel compelled to speed up, for it feels safer to speed up rather than risk the monster trying to pass me. (By the way, those speeds are roughly equivalent to 50 and 60mph respectively. While that is not breakneck speed, it seems plenty fast on that road.)

Obviously, I got home in good time, but Sue was texting me almost the moment that I opened the garage door because one can't get away with anything these days when even garage doors are online. She was able to see that I had opened the garage, and she was texting me before I had even unpacked the car and closed the garage door. They were also very close to Heather's home, so we are set until Friday when we will perform the next hostage exchange.