The shoulder season
The shoulder season, wherein camping becomes a feat. We plan (still plan) to head for the Really Much Larger city tomorrow. The vehicle is loaded, and our route is familiar. What gums up things is that our traditional parking place might not be available. Go on… In reality, the Canadian version of a shoulder season is more like a precipice.
Well, in the summer, even in the RML city, there are a number of real campgrounds. Glorified trailer parks with overflow, if the photo albums are pertinent, but a place to pull out of traffic and plug in. Oh yes, electricity; with temperatures now hovering close to freezing, the heater is a necessity. We could cuddle/bundle but the dog doesn’t go for that friendly stuff. So, we’re now seeking alternatives. Perhaps beside the business of son #2, with a long extension cord running under the delivery door. We’ll see. However, by early October, most of the sites are closed. Now, check the calendar, before we continue.
That brings us to a larger condition. The camping season is over, in Canadian eyes, and anyone still hanging around rather than heading due south is missing the point. It’s cold. To the point where I wonder if I should winterize the rig and depend on fast food restaurants for my basic needs. Obviously, we haven’t thought this process through. If we wanted to be “on the road” during snowfall, we’d have to develop a love for the south. I haven’t, yet.
Tomorrow, we’ll try to make the best of an awkward situation. I haven’t tried Walmart hospitality, but at this time of year there should be empty asphalt. Wait a little more, and we can tunnel into the white/gray mounds for shelter.
