We survived the night. In spite of Bruce’s bear sighting and the drive-by horn honker at 7:30 in the morning.
It is amazing here and we by far have the most kick ass campsite.
We had a wee run in with the conservation officer….and by that I mean we had to talk to him.
We have pretty much managed no other human contact.
Bruce went fishing for a minute this morning. He caught the bottom.
He is gonna try again later.
We are right now cruising for wood. I am happy to report that it is hard to find due to the lack of clear cutting. Where we are is lush and beautiful.
With a outhouse…
…of our very own. It comes with the campsite. I added flowers. Because I am a freak and I can.
And I may have been drinking in the afternoon yesterday.
The dogs are like ten year olds. They look at us like we should be giving them something to do because they are bored.
Odie has given up.
And it may just start raining. There has definitely been no chance of a sunburn this trip.
Which in turn means that you will have to come back again tomorrow, to see if we go home or not.
Happy Canada day freinds…even though by the time you read this, it will be no longer.
Details…details.