This weekend I’m camping! Lots of roughing it in the woods in an air-conditioned cabin, with my wi-fi, running water, electricity and meals prepared by someone else. Oh, and booze. Lots of booze.
Camping this summer has been my equivalent of “ice fishing”. Fishing my ass! Heated fishing huts, some beers, a few laughs; this is what most of my friends mean when they announce that they’re going “ice fishing up North this weekend”.
Woo, it’s hot (and going to get hotter according to the forecast) this weekend. Ice fishing actually sounds kind of fabulous right now.
Road to the campsite