After work on Thursday I rushed home to get into camp before darkness caught us. This resulted in me just jumping into the clothes I had laid out and against my better judgment allowing the great white hunter to be in charge of packing the perishable provisions. This resulted in us spending the weekend without the brown bread I had stayed up late on Wednesday to bake as well as the milk. A caffeine deficiency headache from tea withdrawal was the outcome as after one encounter with canned milk (which had apparently been frozen) that separated in the tea into chunks I decided to wait for a decent cup of tea in the civilized world.
We did however, make it in to the camp before the light left us and were shortly joined by the #1 son and his girlfriend who walked in. A quick supper and then an early night as the journey was enough allow us to sleep like logs. The great white hunters were up before dawn and off to their tree stands until noon. This allowed the ladies the luxury of sleeping in before making a lumberjack breakfast. Being well fed, the wood fire stoked and the peacefulness of the wilderness led to an extended nap for the hunters before venturing out again. While they slept I assisted my guest in the fine art of cross-stitch, which she mastered quickly. Here is a photo of the boys heading out in the skiff down the lake through that blaze of autumn colors.
Returning at dusk to a warm camp and stew for supper led to another fairly early night. Saturday morning saw the prodigal son return early as he lost his patience for sitting in the tree much to the chagrin of his father who had managed to bag a deer. This meant he had to return to the camp to find his assistant and retrace his steps – a rather rugged journey. While the gang headed out for the retrieval I cleaned the camp up for leaving. After their obstacle course/endurance test of returning with the deer, we stopped for some birthday cake as the # 1 son was 20 on Saturday and then headed out to register the deer at the station and hang it in the barn.Of course two days in the woods leads to a day of cleaning up. So this meant five loads of laundry on the line, as it was a breezy, sunny fall day. A walk with the dog and then I headed over to the old house to scrub the walls in the kitchen and bathroom as the dampness has caused some mold spots. One of the hazards of leaving a place empty in the dampness we’ve had lately. I couldn’t interest any of the usual suspects in the movie so mister accompanied me to see Elizabeth. This meant he had to whine on the way home about how too much time was spent on that foolishness with Sir Walter Raleigh and all that talking about it. I had no energy to explain that if he only wanted to see the Spanish Armada and some of the other footage that would be called a documentary not a movie with dialogue. Such is the hazard of trying to insert a story of some type, especially (egad) should it be regarded as a chick flick not just a war yarn. He did drive at least.
So tomorrow is back to the usual grind again with two days in a row to head out to the district facility. All the sales in the Canadian Tire and Superstore flyer combined aren't enough to make me like it.
