Sunday.
Sunday
was our day off. We did very little but enjoy the fine weather; no
car rides, no shopping, just lazing about on or around our little
camp site and enjoying food and drink.
I
did attempt to get the hound to run a bit on the beach in the
morning, but she wasn't up for it, even when goaded by a
(particularly ferocious) Jack Russell cross. She just stood up
straight, tucked her tail between her legs and waited for it to go
away; what an embarrassment.
We
took a walk down to the second campground, to see what was what, but
it was a bit warm for hiking. Whilst there, we did see a rather fancy
portable deck/patio that someone had erected in front of their
trailer. These Provincial Parks don't allow full season camping so it
wasn't a permanent structure, but this fellow must have his
deck/patio stored in his truck and he deploys it when the stabilizers
go down on the trailer. I wish we'd taken a photograph. The sheer
amount of “stuff” people bring with them when camping is
staggering; it's almost as if there's some kind of self-sufficiency
thing going on. This weekend we have seen a plethora of red Coleman portable propane barbecues, all shiny and new – clearly Canadian Tire has a
special offer on them at the moment. We're obviously very odd as we
travel lightly, and apart from the deck chairs and table, we don't
bring much at all.
Greasy
balls have been occupying my mind, too. I don't normally let these
innermost thoughts out but there is a distinct lack of grease on
balls in this particular campground. I mean hitch balls of course and
I worry that un-greased balls are going to impair people's enjoyment
of towing; see how I worry for the less enlightened?
Before
I sign off for today I have to mention that my cell phone provider,
Bell, has let me know that I only have 10% of my monthly data
allowance remaining. It already costs an arm and a leg to have a cell
phone in Ontario and I'll be buggered if I'm going to add the other
leg by incurring overage charges. Bloody charlatans. I shall work
off-line and publish when I get home.
Stay
tuned for the final day's fun when I sit around and snigger at people
leaving the campground at eight in the morning when check-out is at
two in the afternoon!
