Monday, July 28th
Left about an hour or so later than planned, what with having to pull over to re-secure the canoe, as well as having to make a 2nd coffee stop as my travel mug was inadvertently emptied by a foot during the canoe shenanigans.
We were meant to make that second stop though. As we were all walking in, I looked over at a good-looking guy sitting in a truck with a gorgeous black Lab. It turned out to be my friend Dan who I hadn't seen for 4, 5, maybe SIX YEARS! When last I saw him, fireman Dan was heading off on an adventurous trip to Oz, where as luck would have it, he tells me he met the woman (Kate?) who's now his wife. How cool is that? The depth of my excitement at this encounter kind of sums up how much I miss my old life. There was something carefree and exciting about it. As I write this I wonder if what I am experiencing is a nostalgia for a youth essentially well spent, and while that may be it, I think it speaks more to a time when I didn't find myself feeling so lonely or lost much of the time. Since coming back to Canada I have both found and lost the feeling/idea of direction and have more affixed myself to a me who I think I should be, rather than coming to terms with who I maybe really am.
Adventures in Camping
Reading maps has never really been my forte, but getting all turned around on the canoe trip in was unexpected. We missed the portage spot on our first try, and rather uncertainly found our site after. Setting up camp once we got here and everything since has been pretty easy - salmon in butter, fresh veggies with yummy couscous and vino for dinner, followed closely with hummus and then Pringles....who could ask for more?!
Trudging through the trees to the lovely latrine, aka thunder box, is an exercise in itself, and when I woke up at 3:16 in the dark needing to pee, there was just no way! To the nearest bush I went. Of course, my flashlight would choose then to peter out...
Day 2 - Tuesday, July 29th
I think the others were up by 8, me, not so much. I slept fitfully all night, was freezing in the AM, and felt as if some part of my neck had been broken during the night. The sound of bugs in my ears is slowly driving me insane and I really know now that I'm more of a cottager. At least you can "escape" nature in the PM (oh the sacrilege!). Will have to break it to Dorothy at some point.
Lisa, aka Ms Field and Stream 2008 showing off Dorothy and my resort.
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