The Last Overnight Camp Trip

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DW and I have been away since first light, Saturday, and so this post was written a week ago. We are currently on our last day of this mini-vacation: by the end of today, we will be back home, hopefully with lots of memories and photos.

Undoubtedly, we'll be exhausted.

This was our most-ambitious camp-kayak trip, with three nights of camping in Killarney Provincial Park, on the northern shores of Georgian Bay. Because of the sheer size of this body of water and its famous (infamous?) winds, this may also be our most challenging kayaking, as we explore the various islands.

We've purchased aprons for our kayaks, anticipating swells that will likely throw water on top of us. Hopefully, no water will get in our cockpits.

I don't want to speculate on what might be (now, on what has happened but it untold). I've set up a usual Wordless Wednesday post and should be able to share our trip on Thursday.

Stay tuned.

It's the last camping trip of 2021 and I've told DW that I make no promises that I'll camp again, in the future. I swore off camping in 2014, and told her then that if she really loved me, she wouldn't ask me to camp ever again.

She's asked more than a half-dozen times since.

(My next wife won't like camping.)