Art in a camp car
The tent dog had me out for sunrise. OK, he had an ulterior motive which involved touring the campground, but the sleep cycle was broken. Within hours, I was drinking French press coffee with cinnamon buns.
Funny how easy I fall back into routine. Someone mentioned that my cousin, the VOIP guy, was “in town” (meaning the campground), so we headed over in the pointed direction. Sure enough; larger than life with a 9 metre long trailer. Inside, I almost wanted a deck map. Huge! A possible offer of temporary housing when we finally get into the house building stage was appreciated and filed in the appropriate memory slot.
A windy day can be interesting, at the beach. The wind was from the south; we went to Basin Head where I gave a two-bit tour of the view to an American tourist family while the dog kept watch on other dogs. We also invested in local art. Now, trying to stow whatever in a camping car is an iffy process, so the next stop involved the local hardware store to find some sort of protective materials that could be laced up high out of dog range. Consider this as a work in progress.
A relaxed lunch at the Sheltered Harbour Café allowed the boat to escape the harbour (and our view). Back to the campground to read and rest, and then back to Souris to christen Timmy’s newest family member. No need for coffee. Chili and a chicken wrap were better choices. And then, Randy Bachmann on CBC.
