Camping
This year for Canada Day weekend we went to Lake St. Peter, a tiny provincial park with only 65 sites. It's a 250km drive west of Ottawa, and it's quite close to the southern tip of Algonquin Park. Our group consisted of nine adults, two kids and a dog.
Of course the first thing to do once you've set up your campsite is acquire firewood, so the guys jumped in the van and started driving. There was surprisingly little nearby in the way of homes, and after following some back roads with absolutely no luck, we pulled in at the only house we encountered in miles. The owner was home and was more than happy to sell us a weekend's worth of firewood for a pittance. Mission accomplished!
Other than an attempted sputtering, there was no rain all weekend and we didn't even bother to put up a tarp over the site. The bugs were bad enough though. Carrie and I had bought a screen tent (and some other camping gear) off Kijiji a week earlier, and it was well worth the $15.
The beach was quite nice and not very busy.
The guys spent some time throwing around my new Aerobie (frisbee thing). Couple of things about this toy. First, the hole in the middle makes it not fall from tree tops very easily; a well-aimed kick with a soccer ball eventually coaxed it down. (If you zoom in you might see it up in the tree.)
Oh, and it floats about as well as I do. This thing catches the wind like you wouldn't believe; we spent a considerable amount of time searching and snorkelling... good thing it's fluorescent pink!
The kiddies were pretty good. (Twice as many as last year... I'm afraid this increase may become a trend.) The younger one was great, being not so mobile.
The older one must be getting a little too mature: I guess she wanted to try the whole makeup thing; it really works for her, eh?
We classed it up with the occasional cigar, but royally butchered the effort with the occasional Bud Light. Not sure how we fell for that; I hang my head in shame. Yes, I guess some of us really are beer snobs.
Daisy isn't though. Happy Canada Day!
What do you do when your cigar gets too short to hold? Get out the Leatherman, of course.
A couple of guys think fishing is cool, and a couple of others think having a cigar while watching others fish is cool, so the gents spent an evening checking out nearby lakes.
They even caught something...
...while we enjoyed the sunset with a stiff drink and a Costa Rican.
Well, I suppose that's it for camping this year. May there be much more camping in the years to come.
