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23 August 2009 | Rockin’ That Cliff

So, I spent the last weeks at a cottage north of Toronto. I thought I had to get out of the city for some time. And can you imagine, I did not even have access to the interwebz?! Honestly, I do not know how the peoples survive up there.

After awhile, I got into the cottage life style: Get up. Have some bubbly. Swim away your hangover. More bubbly. Visit your friends by boat. Have a morsel to eat for din din. Have a drink. Socialize. Have more drinks. Pass out on the patio of your newly found friends. Wake up in the morning with no recollection on how you got home.

It was one of those days when I set out for a special cruise.
Be sure to check out the short clip at the end of the post.

Dress by the one and only Prancey Girl.


Boarding with da Veuve.


The map was supposed to show me the way to the cliff pirates.


Finally, I was on the boat & on my way. Fun. Fun. Fun.


Ok. This was not all fun. But a lady knows her way up.


The reward for reaching the top. Me and my best friend, Veuve.
Pure joy. You know I like to pop a cork or two.


Striking a couple of poses on top of the cliff: The one-legged harlequin.


Uhhhh, the fresh breeze up my dress felt so good. I wanted more.


Hasch mich.


Another cliff pose: Becoming a tree.
Now, I really need to cool off…


Watch out lake: Here comes Proddy.


Caught in the act.


I felt like a chipper fish in the water.


Hanging off da cliff.


Fizzy sensation downstairs.


Like a water nymph.


Air mattress to the rescue.


Total chillaxation.

For extra pleasure: loop the big splash below.

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