There was a bunch of loons, two squirrels, one moose, a handful of teeny tiny frogs, one bull frog, a whole world of mosquitoes and bitey thing, and one hummingbird that tried to land on my head.

Camp food has and hasn’t come a long was since the days of Girl Guides. Bags of trail mix and packets of hot chocolate are still a staple, but there is now freeze-dried astronaut food that, with a bit of boiling water, makes a meal in six minutes. Starbucks now makes single-serving instant coffee, which I basically lived on- much better than the glass-jarred, red-topped instant coffee of old.

Upon arriving back at the car, there was a lesson learned: it’s probably better to take a couple of cans of pop with you into the park and have to carry the can around for three days than to leave them in a hot vehicle. Cans ‘asplode real good. The whole top of a Vernor’s ginger ale was peeled back and though the can was still seated nicely in the cup holder, most of the soda was in the dash and on the wind shield. Yay for baby wipes! Thank goodness it didn’t break a window.

Covered in bug bites, we’re all safe and sound, and hardly sunburned at all. The fish got along OK on their own.

There is no couch it could have stuffed itself into, I’ve searched every cabinet drawer and every cranny of every cabinet. At this point, all boxes and laundry baskets have been unpacked, and I’m basically stumped. There was an Ikea bookshelf that was recycled to the neighbours and my only thought is that maybe they ended up with my stupid old sharpie-covered clicker. I hope they have an extra tv with which to pair it.

\”A Little Wiggle\” by Sarah Clark

‘Well sure lady, but you gotta slow down anyway to accommodate for everyone else who wants to listen to your stereo.’

I’ve had the same tires for a long time, and I can conclusively say, I don’t drive like a jerk. Brakes and tires wear out faster if you drive aggressively, and I apparently don’t. The peppy car and I are back on the road, full steam ahead.