Photo credits: some teenage girl who took photos of these teenage boys at the campground. Perhaps they will be there to swat the bugs for me.
Thursday, 5 June 2008
Hamping in Algonquin Park
It's been 40 years. Now don't fall off your chair. I'm going 'real' camping. Not 'hotel camping'. Yes, you heard me correctly. Ahem, the boys really, really, really want me to go with them and I...well...ah...I...sorta gave in. I went on the site and gee, all those mammals roaming around and then when I called to book my site she said very officially, "No food or snacks in the tents. Bears and Moose are in abundance.". What! My word. O.K., so you can stop laughing now and that giggle snort thing you do when you are about to pee your pants; that's extremely rude. (unladylike) So, if I somehow fall in love with this nature thing, I may go back and lease a yurt. And If I survive, you will enjoy all the photos next week. Wish me luck! (One last thing. I called my friend who is also taking her 12 year old twin sons and she asked: 'Do you have a bug suit?' Huh? And I said to myself. Holy shit.)