July 19
We learned a few days ago that
Schreiber is pronounced “Scriber” but we keep forgetting, letting
everyone here know we are foreigners.
We like some of the innovations at
this Canadian park. Every five or six campgrounds there is a special
stand with a rake and a shovel and an invitation to clean up the
campsite. Gary likes that and immediately raked up the site and
chided me for walking on his “clean” ground. There's a special
bin for used green propane tanks. The government employees pick them
up, express any unused gas and recycle them.
We talk to other campers. The family
next site over arrived with a pop up carrier much like the one we
used to have and Gary immediately went over to discuss gear. I think
he talked the fellow, a professor at the University of Manitoba, into
moving up to the HTT that we have. Gary would like to sell it and
get something bigger. And then we would get something bigger after
that until we were in a Class A motor home so big we couldn't
actually take it anywhere.
While we were talking, we spotted a
chipmunk going into the van. He may still be in there for all we
know. The chipmunks here are even more aggressive than those at
Laura Lake...and as cute. We are told not to feed the animals, but it
is obvious these guys are world class beggars.
Today I perform at a festival in
Schreiber (pronounced Scriber) at 2:00 p.m. Then the rest of the day
we'll hike some trails. We'll have to leave here relatively early
tomorrow to make our next stop in the Pukaskwa National Park.south of
White Lake. We intend to stay there several days before I need to
get to Sault Ste Marie for my next performances.
Meanwhile, we sit on the shore
avoiding our own world. We don't look at Facebook and have no idea
what is going on in politics. If there are catastrophes, we are
blissfully unaware. Our cellphones don't work here, there's no wi
fi.
For the time being, no camp gear is
being moved and I am content.
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