Single-handedly solving nothing
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
One can be forgiven for assuming Paddy’s Flat is a pub. Or maybe a St. Patrick’s Day festival. Heck, it could simply be how you refer to your British friend’s place of residence. Whatever the case, it’s unlikely your first thought upon hearing the name would be “campground”, yet that’s exactly what it is. Paddy’s … Read more
One summer. That’s all it took. One. Summer. 2020 was a perfect storm of Zen-like camping with our combined unemployment allowing for camping during the week rather than weekends coupled with pandemic protocols leaving campgrounds at half capacity. I capitalized on this with gusto, venturing out to never-before visited first-come-first-served campgrounds with the whole family … Read more