whiteknuckle rafting part three: the soggy saga ends

Three hours later, we arrived unscathed. But further scathing lay in store. We pulled into the parking lot of the Wildnerness Tours resort and campground. It was a picturesque spot: the mildly rolling hills were dotted with clusters of rustic cabins, and a robust looking restaurant/bar offered promises of alcoholic sedation. There was little time [...]

whiteknuckle rafting part two: a new hope

Luckily, the house we had chosen proved to be home to a very un-psychotic elderly couple, who, along with their helpful friend Ken, provided us with a phone book and some friendly nerve-calming small talk. Ken, the owner of the tow truck in the driveway, unfortunately did not make long distance tows, but he was [...]

whiteknuckle rafting: The journey begins

It has been a few weeks since the camping/rafting adventure ended. I think it’s taken that long for the effects to both wear off and sink in. It started out just dandy: A. and I caught the Go-Train to Oshawa to catch our ride. We met the bone doctor and his partner R. at the [...]

and the people all said ‘sit down!’

Tomorrow I am going camping. The last time I went camping I was twelve: it was during the five minutes I was a boy scout, and I spent the entire night hammering rain protectors onto the tops of beaver scout tents in gale force winds. The next day I turned in my scarf and 3 [...]