Nine-thirty. That's better. I don't often sleep that late but this morning I did, which was luxury itself. The dog wasn't hassling us, either, stretched out in a luxury state all her own. Mind you, my movement was the catalyst for the look that says ít's way past my breakfast time'. Up I get.
Saturday is gloomy and cold. The north wind has given way to an easterly and the temperature is stubbornly low. The hound doesn't care, though, as she wolfs down her brekkie and looks to me for the post-meal poop excursion. Hat and coat donned, we hit the campground trail; poop, pee, poop again - it must be the fresh air!
We venture down to the lake front, across the alarmingly wavy bridge, and stand for all of ten seconds as the wind whips in off the lake and causes a cacophony of noise that spooks the hound. It's not doing my lungs much good either as they don't like being force fed icy air at 50 mph. I probably exagerate but it was a tad nippy there.
Back at the Airstream, we decide a run into Wheatley will do us good and set off in search of baked delights. Wheatley fails to provide said delights so it's off to Leamington, Tomato Capital of Canada, to try our luck there. With its Italian tomato growers, Mexican migrant workers and American Heinz processing plant, Leamington strikes quite a multicultural pose in deepest South Western Ontario. Alberto's European Bakery provided the bread and the Lakeshore Bakery provided the cakes, so we left Leamington fairly happy, if a little cold.
Back at the Park, we stopped to photograph the Trillium, Ontario's Provincial Wild Flower, and very pretty it is, too. You see it growing beside the highway but we'd not been in amongst it before, and it was a treat to see spread out in front of us in the woods. Then it was time to indulge in the bread and cakes - well, you have to, don't you?
We took a more prolonged walk around the Park in the afternoon, back to the lake front (which was no less windy) and around the campground loops, partly to look at the sites and, of course, partly to eye up the other trailers. There area a couple of fifth wheelers here this weekend that look like two Airstreams, one of top of the other, so huge are they. I'm glad we're not towing such a thing around.
Whilst the weather certainly wasn't getting warmer, back on the campground we were at least sheltered from the wind and, keeping our coats on, we sat outside, had a hot chocolate and finished off the cakes; just in case they spoiled, obviously. Willow the hound was tethered on her 15' leash, patrolling the area, when she decided to start barking at some poor innocent passers by. I know she defends her territory at home but here? She obviously has a passion for staking our her own ground and protects it with a vengeance. Fortunately, said passers by were not concerned by the rantings of the demented dog and smiled benignly; well they would, they were the owners of the 34' Airstream parked around the corner.
Supper was late in the evening, which had nothing whatever to do with us being stuffed full of bread and cakes from earlier, nothing at all. Well, maybe a bit. We finished watching the DVD we failed to finish the night before and decided to turn in at a respectable (for us) twelve-twenty. The dog, who had spent most of the evening crashed out on our bed, was remarkably obedient and retreated to her own bed when we settled down, which was comforting. Anyway, the Airstream was warm and cosy and I don't think she was bothered where she managed to get her next batch of eight hours sleep.
I've been moaning about the cold but I should mention that thus far, the rain has kept away. Sure, there were a few flecks in the wind but two days rain free? Too good to be true I reckon. What will Sunday bring? Rain? Hail? Snow? Anything is possible when the Toads are abroad!
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