Single-handedly solving nothing
When I turned 15, I got my first, non-babysitting job. It was a momentous turning point for me, but also my whole family. From that point forward, I never again spent a weekend camping with my parents and sister at our seasonal campsite in Sauble Beach, something we’d done religiously since I was 4. My … Read more
Today is my 50th birthday. No! No. Don’t clap. Don’t send me happiness wishes. Don’t click gleeful emojis on my social feeds. Just. Don’t. I have no desire to celebrate this loathsome birthday milestone. Nor shall I feign joy in reaching it. I do not like it, Moe I Go. I do not like the … Read more
The summer of 2021 marked our ten-year anniversary as a family of campers (or is that RVers?). We’ve owned three different trailers in that time and visited dozens of different campgrounds around the province (and country). In fact, going to a variety of campgrounds has been the hallmark of our (okay, my) camping philosophy. I … Read more
Stick with your first choice, or some variation thereof, is a favoured idiom that’s pretty much nonsense. My most recent reminder of its fallibility came this past summer when I chose to camp at Paddy’s Flat rather than Beaver Flat. Or is it Beaver Flats? Even the government doesn’t know if there is one singular … Read more
I haven’t the slightest clue what a gooseberry is. I’ve certainly never eaten one (assuming one safely can, of course). I’m not even sure I’ve seen one, though I most certainly have since I live and camp in Alberta, a province with not one, but TWO, campgrounds/parks named after this obscure (in a grocery store … Read more