Tuesday, July 04, 2006

Long Weekends

Don't leave watermelon in the fridge at work in a tupperware over the long weekend. And don't try to eat it on Tuesday...it smells quite bad, and it does not taste good either.

I started this post over a month ago so I figured its about time I finished it. I think I might have been going to write about long weekends, since they are so much more significant now that I am working full time. From July to January there is a long weekend every month. This past August long weekend I took full advantage of it and left work on Friday at noon to head up to Wells Gray Park with my Dad and brother for a weekend of canoeing. We had a great time, and camped at the best campsite I have ever camped at. We had to canoe 20km up the lake to get to it, so there was no one else around, there was a sandy beach, great view of the mountains, and even our own personal toilet as an added bonus. The weekend was filled with experiences - realizing how much a head wind will slow down your canoeing rate, canoeing up a river, trying to not have the canoe tip as inconsiderate boaters roar by smiling and waving as their wake attempts to swamp the canoe, madly paddling in a zig zag formation at the end of the lake to avoid having the 8in wind waves swamp the canoe with no shores suitable for beaching and waiting out the wind, then suffering from dehydration or heat exhaustion, swimming in the cool, clear waters of Clearwater Lake, eating food that would normally taste quite poor, but was delicious due to our expended energy and hunger, all three of us being awoken in the middle of the night by an owl hooting loudly right above the tent, watching a herd of baby loons diving and swimming in the lake, hearing squirrels jump onto the tent, then slide down off of it, seeing some brown furry thing swimming across a creek, then realizing that it was a squirrel, and overall just spending some good time with my dad and brother.

There were these butterflies all over the place and would land on us and just sit there.


Looking through the campground to the east beach, the north beach is to the left of the photo.


The beach by our campsite.