We spent a nice day with John and his wife Janice. We had a bit of a storm, and Janice went out in some of the worst of it to retrieve two Adirondack chairs (or Muskoka chairs) that had blown off a neighbour’s dock and were floating in front of their breakwall.
With a bit of prompting, I managed to get John to talk a bit about his team’s entry in the Concrete Toboggan Race, an achievement I’ve been in awe of since he and the other participants revealed it back in 1985. I think I was kind of out of the main loop back then so I didn’t know anything about it until their triumphant return. But they’d worked on this for over a year, while maintaining their course work and other stuff.
After leaving their cottage, we headed down to Darlington Provincial Park. By cutting out Parry Sound, we cut out about 6-8 hours of driving, which we were getting a bit tired of any way. Our first night there, we got to take my two daughters and my three grandchildren out to dinner. Afterwards, James made a fire (sort of) and we made s’mores. Liane and her two children stayed in our campsite overnight. I took the two boys out fishing a couple of times. Then Alyssa and James and their daughter came back and brought the makings for dinner. Vicki was starting to get quite sick and so we were really happy that dinner was taken care of.
After the dinner and everybody left, we were both pretty exhausted, so we didn’t think about the garbage bag we’d left tied to the door railing outside. At least we didn’t think about them until Riot alerted us to the presence of two fart squirrels (skunks) in the night. They spent quite a long time tearing open that bag of garbage, and licking all the plates and forks clean. And Riot didn’t stop barking the whole time, and probably some time afterwards.
Waking up the next morning, we were operating on very limited sleep, Vicki was sick, and we had to get on the road by 2pm. Also we were pretty sure we were nearly out of fresh water, which meant we had to be careful about washing and flushing the toilet.
We just barely made the checkout deadline. RVLife was routing us along Hwy 401, and normally we ignore the GPS and head up to the 407ETR (Express Toll Road). But in my sleep addled state, I thought “why would the 401 be crowded on a random Wednesday afternoon?” I don’t know if it was because of the World Cup, or just because Toronto is always jammed up, but we just crawled through Toronto. We finally got up to speed and were making good time. Except for a bit of an excursion to find diesel. And then we hit the border and we stopped moving again. And somewhere around this point, Riot decided to inhabit his Goblin King persona and started very loudly yapping, just constantly.
At first Vicki thought it was because he wanted one of his toys that he’d dropped. But she retrieved it and it only briefly shut him up. Then we decided to stop at a road stop, and feed them, but that only gave temporary respite. I tried opening and closing his back window, and that would distract him for a few seconds.
We finally hit our driveway about 6 hours after we left Darlington. Both us had no energy to do anything, but at least Riot finally shut up. And I was starting to get a cough, probably related to whatever Vicki had.
It was an awesome trip, and I’m glad we did it. I just wish I had the energy to clean out the trailer and put everything away.
Lessons learned:
- We can handle a few long travel days as long as we have a couple of stay days to recover from them
- A 5 gallon bucket is a good thing to have
- Between Walmart, Canadian Tire and Giant Tiger, we can find just about anything we need on the road.
- Things break down, plans change. Be flexible, try to be self-reliant.
- Skunks are not to be trifled with
- DEET is the greatest invention in the history of the world, even if Vicki hates it and won’t use it.