My daughter’s high school team was entered in the junior provincials, so we were off to small town Saskatchewan for a bitterly cold weekend of curling. When we booked in to our small motel rooms, we noticed ice buildup at the bottom of the doors, so we were forced to place every available piece of clothing at the bottom of the doors to block out the cold. This likely also kept the mice warm as we quickly noticed mouse traps under each bed! We slept each night with the covers tucked in at our chins!
The weekend of curling did not go as anticipated as the first day one player was crippled with a leg cramp and had to opt out of the game. The next two days were filled with a flu bug that affected 2 other players on different days. All but one game was played with only 3 players. Needless to say, hearts were broken and tears were spilled at the end results.
This less than positive experience did not dampen the love of curling though, as all players are still in the game nearly 20 years later. Mom, dads and grandparents still cheer them on to this day. The love of curling never dies, it just rocks!
