It's that time again...the boys weekend. Although it does coincide with Dale's girls weekend, Barley and I have come to think of it as our little get-away. If you are going to be hanging out, why not snag a favourite site in the park. One advantage of post Labour Day camping is that it is much easier to get sites, as the demand really drops off.
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| his constant state |
Demand may drop off, but traffic never seems to. It was a bear getting out of the city, but thankfully, smooth sailing after that. As the camping moves into the fall season, the daylight hours drop right off. By the time we got set up, it was well into dusk. The site has been spruced up a bit...a little top coat of coarse sand has really made a nice difference. This truly is a well run Park, and we think a lot of that has to do with a guy called Skip. He has been at the Park a number of years, and his goal is to make your stay memorable in every way. He is seriously dedicated to his job, and it shows. The Park system needs a lot more like Skip.
It was calling for 36F overnight, so we closed it up tight, threw on the layers of blankets, and fired up the furnace to take a bit of the chill off.
Only 45F overnight, one could say it was almost balmy. As usual, Barley was the slowest to get going, quite content to remain in a state of slumber until I made a move towards the all important food dish. Coffee on the Coleman seemed a mandatory, the brisk air slowly stripping away any remaining cobwebs of sleep. Rustled up a tasty sausage McMuffin for breakfast, and the prep was all the signal Barley needed to perk interest in his own breakfast.
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| yum |
The plan for the morning, well the whole weekend actually, is to have no plan. Poked away at some stuff, took apart a few things I've always been curious about, and generally just chilled.
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| ever wonder what's behind that panel...now you know |
This site gets the afternoon sun, and with the relatively clear skies, Barley and I were able to catch a few rays. Very relaxing afternoon, a few chapters of Steven Kings latest offering, a cold beer, and tunes out of the JBL made for a fine time.
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| nice little set up for an afternoon of nothing |
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| these guys visited... |
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| then these gals... |
A few people paddled by, enjoying the nicest part of the day. I spied a canoe approaching from upstream, and what caught my eye was the definitive course adjustments it was making, with nary a paddle touching the water. My suspicions were confirmed as it got closer...a squared stern, blasphemy in its own right, and off it was hanging a little electric trolling motor. Commanding this vessel was a beast of a man, massive, all decked out in attire more suited to being saddled across a big Harley than in a canoe on a lazy river. My hello saw a very laid back nod of the head returned.
A tasty chili was heated up on the Coleman, buttoned up a few things outside, then we moved in. I burrowed into my book, and Barley burrowed into the woolen blanket.
Slow morning, I started to square away a few things, while waiting for a text from Dale, telling me they were ready to go over on their side of the park. I eventually swung by there and loaded up her kayak, then we came back to the camper, relaxed a bit and slowly headed out.
It was a nice weekend, just Barley and I, and I suspect we will be doing it again next year.
You must post a picture of the "wooden blanket" ;
ReplyDeleteNice catch...damn auto correct.
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