I've been scanning more old family photos for one thing, and t0uching them up. There are some great old photos of Mom, Dad, brother, me, all looking much younger, and in the case of my brother and me, smaller. We were so cute! I am reminded there was a time when kitchen chairs and car seats were covered in vinyl.
I've been on summer vacation too. Here is the story of my camping trip. Greg, his brother-in-law, niece, and I went canoe camping for a short trip in Algonquin Park. We canoed over an hour and did one portage into Allen lake. It was a real trip! There was no camp office in sight of our campsite, nor was there a water taxi going by every hour or so like there is on lake Opeongo. No, this was true Algonquin backcountry.
The weather was great -- dry, sunny and warm. Bugs were few. I slept like a baby each night, and half the day too. I truly relaxed! I had large elaborate dreams of authors and book launches. I dreamt I was making a movie.
Then, the scary thing happened. All by myself in the night I got up for a visit to the euphemistic bathroom. The moon was out, so a bit of light shone through the trees. I had my headlamp on too. But the forest was mostly dark. No sooner had I walked 20 feet from the tent when I heard a rustling noise a further 50 feet or so away (or 15 metres) .... and then it hissed at me! More movement through the brush. Was it walking toward me? It hissed again! I went back to the tent and asked Greg what that was. He woke up and asked me what I was on about. My own taxonomic run through the animal kingdom yielded (1) bear, (2) cougar, (3) raccoon. I settled on the last one. Greg, once coherent, agreed with me. By that time, the hissing animal sounded like it had moved off. I did my business and went back to bed and slept like a baby some more.
We saw a juvenile common merganser nice and close up. I wonder what it's doing today...
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