August 14, 2002
So we're here at Cape Croker Indian Park, car camping, albeit in a beautiful setting. We're all nestled into Cathy's monster tent, listening to talk radio blaring from the camp site two down from us.
I think we're pretty happy.
We got rolling this morning at around 9am. We ran some last minute errands (what would a camping trip be without organic, fair trade coffee from Bridgehead, I ask you) and were headed out of town by 10am.
We decided to take the scenic route so we deeked across a dazzling array of secondary and tertiary roads (41, 121, 28, 118 to name a few) through cottage country, and up the Bruce Peninsula. We arrived at the park by about 7pm.
Karin cooked a delicious pasta with fresh mozzaralla in a tomato herb garlic sauce. And we toasted the trip with a fine Spanish wine.
We are living with the duality of car camping and backcountry hiking. We have dual everything. Two towels, two toiletry kits, two tents...
--cmkl
- two pillows (kj)
- two pairs of tevas (cr)
- two candle lanterns
- two sinks (cmkl)
- two toiletry bags (all)
- two packs (all)
- two pots
