When 4:00 rolled around, both LP were awake, dressed and locked and loaded into their carseats, along with the double stroller and an overstuffed diaper bag. We left for a jaunt to Port Dalhousie. Oh, you don't know where this is? Don't worry, you're not alone. Port Dalhousie is a suburb of St. Catharines. Obviously, it was once a port and is therefore located on Lake Ontario. For most people, it is probably most famous for the carousel at Lakeside Park. The carousel was built in 1903 and still costs only a nickel to ride. For a certain generation that grew up in the Niagara region, however, Port Dalhousie was the place where you went when you were not of legal drinking age and wanted to patronize certain establishments that were not perhaps the most rigid in their observance of the legal age of majority.When Auntie K and I were in high school, everyone went to Port (as we called it). However, on this particular day, we were not out to introduce the LP to cheap beer and thumping bass music. We were out to ride some wooden ponies.
The LP were on a carousel most recently in June at the Sound of Music Festival but I'm not sure how much they remembered about it. From the moment LP1 saw the carousel at Port Dalhousie, she was determined to get on. After investing an entire quarter so that both LP, Auntie K, Uncle L and myself could ride, we lined up and were soon on. LP1 chose a white pony with a long tail and wanted Auntie K to stand by her. LP2 and Uncle L settled for a stationary giraffe (LP2 was not a fan of riding up and down).