On August 10, we rented a car in Ottawa and drove to the Mont Tremblant area of Quebec in the Laurentians to stay at the Blueberry Lake Resort for two nights to attend the wedding of Neil's niece, Gillian to Adrian. About 125 wedding guests stayed at this resort which consists of a central reception building and then ski chalets around the large property, some are on Blueberry Lake. A gorgeous setting in the summer, and must be fabulous in the winter.
Neil and myself plus his siblings and their spouses stayed together in one four bedroom, three level ski chalet, giving us the opportunity to visit and have a reunion. Neil's brother Jack (father of the bride), lives in Montreal, and we only get to see him about once each year.
Friday night we attended a dinner in the chalet of the bride's mother, Toby, and met many of the guests on her side of the family and long time friends. Saturday morning some of us went for a walk around the lake. It was overcast and started to rain during our walk.
Micheline, Joan & Jack
The wedding was Saturday night and was held on the groom's family farm located at Riviere-Rouge, about 2 hours north of Montreal, and 30 minutes from Blueberry Lake Resort. There were several buses to take guests from the resort to the farm and our bus driver had some difficulty getting there, especially up the narrow lane from the main road to the farm. As a result, we and the other buses were about one hour late getting to the wedding. Of course they held up the ceremony until we all arrived!
The wedding was held outside, ajacent to the apple orchard, in front of an old barn - the windows of the barn had been painted blue for the occasion, which was the theme colour chosen for the wedding.
The bridal procession began with the flower girls of course:
Toby, Gillian & Jack, proud parents
Gillian and Adrian under the Chuppah
Gillian, Judge Joe (who affitiated) and Adrian
Gillian with her four bridesmaids, all long time girlfriends
Gillian with her proud father, Jack
Gillian & Adrian, now married!
Followed by the reception with appetizers and drinks served outside the farmhouse and then we moved into a large white tent for the reception.
The Farmhouse
And then it started to storm: heavy, heavy rain, thunder and lightening and wind. Water blew into the tent openings and onto the floor. It carried on like this for most of the evening, which is not unusual for this area apparently. The wooden floor of the tent was swimming in water, and rain dripped through the roof of the tent!
The caterers really suffered the most as they had to carry everything back and forth from the farm house where the catering was set up, into the white tent.
In spite of this downpour, everyone had fun dancing and eating! Including the traditional "chair" dance for the bride and groom.
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