Sunday, August 16, 2009

C"est l'aviron (it's the paddle)


If I have not been in touch with anyone for a while it's because we have been back-country canoe-camping along the French River. We had a wonderful time paddling about signing songs and listening to Nancy Drew: The Haunted Bridge, which I read out loud for the entertainment of the surrounding canoes. Although I didn't do much rowing, I was quite hoarse at the end of the day. We tried out new cooking skills on our camp stove. We had some disasters, like our brownies, who burnt to a crisp, but our pizzas were the envy of our all fellow campers. It's so much fun to float down rapids or jump off cliffs, but we were very happy to relax at the Pine Cove Lodge before coming back home.

Tuesday, August 4, 2009

To the cabin


For the past few days, we have been up at the shack. A lovely place to be. We swam in the lake, swung on the swings, got nibbled by mosquitoes, and hunted for frogs in the marsh. This is a picture of the lake at night and our sailboat, the BĂ©luga optimiste