It’s all back in the bag. Except for my sleeping bag; the little car that can has been reloaded, and tomorrow we’ll plan the next phase of vacation.
posted in travel | Comments Off on Playing out another afternoon | 312 words
Please add to your life notes: cars are inappropriate chase vehicles for moving ocean liners, or ferryboats, or any other craft that depends on open waters. Not that we didn’t try.
posted in travel | Comments Off on Adopting a reunion | 269 words
There is an Island legend, although not well known to native settlers, that buffalo roam the fields and forests of the land. For the intrepid explorer, there is a place, bounded by mysterious fences, where sightings have been reported in the last century. Each time we pass through Ms ailltown Cross, I cast a keen eye, but it remains, alas, apocryphal.
posted in travel | Comments Off on South for some chowder | 259 words
Out of the fat and into the fire; the reason why you really should have lids for frying pans. My quest was successful, and now I can look forward to a clean(er) stovetop.
posted in travel | Comments Off on Cover the pan while you can | 281 words
Don’t leave your shampoo in the campground shower facility, as new owners are lying in wait. It seems that the time of adoption of an unwatched bottle can be measured in minutes.
posted in travel | Comments Off on Straight from the still | 252 words
My resistance is faltering. Despite my best intentions, I’ve being drawn into the campfire culture.
There isn’t much else to do around a campsite, once the sun has set. Either you decide to sleep by dusk, or you join in the circle. Every tent and trailer location comes with a requisite fire pit, and split wood is available for a price. Not for cooking; the fire replaces other visual entertainment (think of it as the original big screen entertainment centre).
posted in travel | Comments Off on Circling the fire | 255 words
In chemical terms, the new mattress smell in our tent is akin to the famous “new car odour”. Except that you don’t usually put your nose next to the dash for a whole night.
posted in travel | Comments Off on Familiar faces and voices | 259 words
During the winter, I share space with more than half a million other people, and yet rarely hear a live musical performance. That’s why summer vacation spoils me.
posted in music, travel | Comments Off on Living with live music | 338 words
Here on the Island, there’s a history of land ownership disputes. I’ll not bore you with the details; suffice that everyone has a duty to know where their yard ends and the neighbour’s begins. And a rule is a rule, even in a campground.
posted in travel | Comments Off on Between two posts | 296 words
Third time in the Doghouse this summer . This afternoon we needed a pop break and some free wifi, so we chose a familiar face and place.
posted in food, travel | Comments Off on In spite of no reservation | 283 words
