So, the Airstream is all gussied up, restocked and ready to go. The kids are off with their dad and the dog is getting really suspicious about all the extra activity. It must be a camping weekend! We're set for Wheatley Provincial Park, a new one for us, about 50 Kms south west of Chatham and on Lake Erie's shore. It's good to get out in the Airstream again, although I'm not sure what the dog thinks about it, and hitching up (in the dry!) was quite exciting, even if I did leave the keys on top of the propane tank cover, an error discovered (and rectified thankfully) a few hundred metres into the journey.
The drive down was uneventful, which is always the best sort in my experience, and it was in remarkably quick time that we were positioned on site 134 with Towed Haul's legs extended and were munching our way through baked potatoes and baked beans. We do enjoy roaming in the gloaming so we took Willow out for a swift recconoitre of the place as the light faded, discovering a few trailers lurking amongst the trees (including a 34' Airstream Classic) and even a couple of tents about, despite the single digit temperatures. Willow the Crazy Greyhound was in sensory overload with all the new sights, sounds and smells; indeed, she wouldn't have ner nightly pee as she was so distracted by all the rustling and snuffling wildlife in the bushes round and about.
Once settled inside Towed Haul, with the heating on, we loaded up a DVD and started to watch but, as is often the case on a Friday evening, we both started to doze off. It could have been the food, it could have been the beer, but it was probably exhaustion after our long day's spent with our noses on the grindstone. OK, it was the beer.
Tomorrow is another day (an insightful saying if ever there was one) and we only have plans to find a local baker and plunder his cream cakes. I hope it warms up a bit, although I'd rather have cold and dry than warm and wet; or was it the other way round?
The drive down was uneventful, which is always the best sort in my experience, and it was in remarkably quick time that we were positioned on site 134 with Towed Haul's legs extended and were munching our way through baked potatoes and baked beans. We do enjoy roaming in the gloaming so we took Willow out for a swift recconoitre of the place as the light faded, discovering a few trailers lurking amongst the trees (including a 34' Airstream Classic) and even a couple of tents about, despite the single digit temperatures. Willow the Crazy Greyhound was in sensory overload with all the new sights, sounds and smells; indeed, she wouldn't have ner nightly pee as she was so distracted by all the rustling and snuffling wildlife in the bushes round and about.
Once settled inside Towed Haul, with the heating on, we loaded up a DVD and started to watch but, as is often the case on a Friday evening, we both started to doze off. It could have been the food, it could have been the beer, but it was probably exhaustion after our long day's spent with our noses on the grindstone. OK, it was the beer.
Tomorrow is another day (an insightful saying if ever there was one) and we only have plans to find a local baker and plunder his cream cakes. I hope it warms up a bit, although I'd rather have cold and dry than warm and wet; or was it the other way round?
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