Mack and I spent two weekends ago off the grid at his family’s cabin at Goose Lake, located about two and a half hours north west of Edmonton. This wasn’t my first time there (I had the chance to visit about four years ago), but I felt like we packed in a lot more this time around, even if we were there for just a short time.
I will readily admit to not being the most outdoorsy person, but even I found escaping the urban environment relaxing, especially in the evenings, surrounded by darkness and a tranquility not found in the city. This was particularly evident the one night we looked up at the inky sky, the lake so calm that starlight was actually reflecting off of the water.
Into the woods
Lots of photogenic wild fungi
Mack’s parents had come down from Yellowknife to base their vacation around a stay at the lake. Needless to say, their puppies probably enjoyed this reprieve more than their human counterparts, with more fresh air and open space than they knew what to do with!
Traz loves to play
Kotah was just wiped after a long day of fetch
Mack was most looking forward to nights around the campfire with a beer in hand. We did plenty of that, but we also fit in some more active pursuits. In many ways, the trip was a good way for us to relive all the things we used to do as kids, but don’t make much time for now as adults.
Hot dog roast!
You never forget how to ride a bike
Though we had escaped the city, as Mack said, we didn’t escape food trucks. Two lots down we found The Dogfather (no relation to The Dawg Father that closed in Edmonton a few years ago). Though the menu was standard burger and fries fare, The Dogfather does try to step it up with kitsch – they had a hearse and coffin decked out with the logo, with the slogan “Hot dogs to die for” painted on the side. The owner told us that starting in mid-September, he can be found at the west end location of the Spirit of Halloween, where patrons can donate to have their photo taken inside the coffin. Because of its proximity, we just had to try it out.
We ordered a large poutine ($7) to share. The fries had been made fresh, but we were disappointed – they tasted much more like they had been steamed instead of fried. We did like the gravy well enough, and he had been quite generous with the mozzarella.
All in all, it was nice to get away, even for the weekend. Thanks to Shirley and Fred for your hospitality, and to Martin and Patti for having us. I hope you enjoyed the rest of your time at the lake!