Good rainy morning, my friends. We are home from fall camping now. Warm, dry, and cosy with the furnace running. And the washing machine churning. Ha. It will be churning for a good while since all the camping clothes and the bedding etc etc must be washed and put away for the winter. Hubby is outside in the drizzle cleaning up the vegetable garden. And I am awaiting the squash onslaught. And talking to you guys, of course.
Our fall camping trip is a tradition with us now. Fall is such a lovely time of year for wilderness adventures. Even if we were not entirely in the wilderness. Except for our day of fishing. And of course high heels did not factor into my camping wardrobe. Actually, now that I think of it, high heels hardly ever factor into my wardrobe anymore. I guess they are more of a metaphor these days.
We had a great trip. Fall camping is the best kind of camping. We fished, drove the back roads, read, sat round the campfire, ate, drank, and tucked up under our down duvet, we listened to the rain on the roof of the trailer at night. I experienced a few bug bites from our fishing day. More bug bites that fish, actually. But hey, we can’t complain.
I’ve put together a video of the trip highlights which you can watch below. Including a rather staged demonstration of me taking paddling orders from Hubby and trying to navigate the canoe from the bow. While Hubby, usually the main paddler, was busy yelling and holding the phone. Have you ever tried to make a canoe do what you tell it to do from the front? It is not easy, my friends.
We did end up coming home a day early this year. Our last full day dawned rainy and cool. Quel surprise. And the weather forecast told us we would have a couple of hours of sunshine in the late morning before rain set in for the next twenty-four hours. Arrrg. So we seized the opportunity to pack up while it wasn’t raining. We were sad to cut our trip short, but relieved to NOT have to get soaked while we packed up.
We compensated ourselves by taking the long way home, through Golden Lake and Lake Dore where Hubby spent his childhood summers at his grandparent’s cottage. And before we set off, we stopped into the Rustic Moose in Bonnechere for coffee and homemade butter tarts. Oh my. Those butter tarts were the best I’ve ever tasted. Flaky pastry, sweet, and a bit runny… just like they’re supposed to be. I think we have just discovered a new fall camping tradition.
If you are going to be in the Barry’s Bay or Killaloe area you have to take a side trip to Bonnechere and have some of the butter tarts from The Rustic Moose. Definitely worth the trip, believe me. And the coffee is great too.
So that’s it from me today, folks. The beeper on my dryer is driving me crazy. I’d better go and attend to my laundry. So little time… so much laundry. It would be so much more fun to settle in and finish the new Susie Steiner book. But, chores first. Then book time. Sigh.
Hope everyone is having a great autumn weekend wherever you are. What are you up to today, anyway? Chores? Fun? Or like me, chores and then fun?
P.S. I should probably say that the soundtrack in the background of my video is one provided by the i-Movie ap. It’s called “Blue Mountains” by Gabriel Witcher.
Joining Catherine over at Not Dressed as Lamb for her #IWillWearWhatILike link-up.