2001:August:27
8.27.2001

The Bruce Peninsula: Camping was gorgeous, although it is not very sexy. Adam and I slept in a one-person tent, which was pretty tight,especially when you consider how stinky we were, but I slept these intense, hard-liquor sleeps and dreamt of espresso.
After a night of rainstorms, Adam and I turned to each other and said: chinese food! and spent the rest of the trip back planning what we would order. Adam's initial approach to camping was a bit like my approach to team sports.: Never really done it and therefore I approach it like I already know how badly I will suck at it. But it is bad when you start to believe your own schtick.
In the end, we were all happy campers, having had one perfect day hiking and survived a night of crazy storms. Our wood was damp yesterday morning and we couldn't cook breakfast, so we drove to Wiarton, a town famous for the albino groundhog, Wiarton Willie, now deceased. There was the saddest buffet with marshmallow salad and breaded green beans and a wooden porcupine beside the cashier with toothpicks sticking out of its back.

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