Thursday, November 15, 2012

All done vacation, let's go camping!

Hot on the heels of our eastern seaboard roadtrip was our annual camping trip with a big group of our friends. We basically had the time to unpack the car, wash everything, and re-pack it in time to leave. We again stayed at Bonnechere Provincial Park, which is a great campground for people who like... well... camping.

The spots are spacious and nicely located near a creek. We decided this year to share a campsite with Dan and Amanda (aka Amandan) and their kids Naya and Sawyer, as well as their dog Melanie. Their kids are very close in age to ours, so we thought it would enhance the experience if they had little buddies to share it with.

Turns out that although the sites are very spacious, so too are all our tents and camping gear. After Amandan showed up and set up camp, our site looked very much as I have always pictured Everest base camp.


Mark set up his little tent (I remember this baby from our honeymoon!) on the site, hoping the kids might decide to sleep in it. Alternatively, it could function as a play tent. Alternatively, it could function as a man nap tent. Note legs sticking out the end. Two of us, yes TWO of US slept in this little chamber of horrors for 6 weeks! Inhuman...

But I digress. So Mark got to take in some naps and Dan got to... uh, work on his knot-tying. When Dan commits to a project, he goes at it whole hog.


I got Isaac into the kayak with me - and he LOVED it! My shoulders were killing me after 20 minutes or so, but he kept egging me on "more, more!!"


Gabrielle and Naya had an awesome time together. The rest of the campsite was overrun with frog-catching boys. The girls spent an afternoon in the great outdoors drying their manicures.


Our next door neighbours were again Steph and Shannon and their son Sacha from Toronto. Steph and I decided that a great idea would be to permanently tattoo ourselves to commemorate the good times we shared at Bonnechere Provincial Park. Subtle and tasteful. 


(Translation for readers of this blog over the age of 50: BFF stands for Best Friends Forever. And no, they're not real.)

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