Yesterday was a pretty rotten day. A case of the Mondays times a billion. Sometimes the workload gets a little heavy for Jane and I. We tend to bite off more than we can chew sometimes and I'm notoriously bad for that. I'm sure that we can all get a little overwhelmed with life, right?
But then Jane posted an apocalyptic article regarding the BP oil spill on Facebook and it was all over. I won't even link the post because I want you to be able to sleep tonight. Whether it's been debunked or not.
So, in the pits of it all I even told Jane that I wouldn't be going camping this weekend. Even after I saw her post here in anticipation of this weekend.
Insane, right? Because I'm not sure what camping looks like around your parts, or if you got enough of an idea from yesterday, but around here it looks a little something like this:





These were taken last year at
Bon Echo Provincial Park, where Mike and I did some interior camping. It was one of the most magical places I have ever been, thick with moss and mushrooms and other delightful sprouts. One morning I woke up alone and saw a tree fall in the forest. And yes, it did make a noise.
I'm still on the fence, because I really do have an insane amount of work to do, and would feel guilty taking time to just relax, but looking at these pictures makes me ache for some outdoorsy Canadian wilderness goodness. Besides, if we are going to die in the next six months due to a methane bubble caused from the oil spill, I'd like to go camping one last time, you know?
Are there any other magical campgrounds that Jane and I should try out? Not that we like to brag or anything, but we're pretty consistently named "Campers of the Year."