Still lives

For the first time in years, M and I acted like long-weekend people: we wandered around our basement, tucking bits and pieces of camping gear under our arms, then worked up a sweat loading it all into the car, then watched the highway mirages as we coasted and passed, coasted and passed, en route to a provincial park.


Assinboine Forest, Winnipeg, MB. July 29, 2005.

Once there, we realized that our campsite was more like a gravelly driveway than a clearing in the woods and that the water was both green and full of bacteria, but we still enjoyed playing cribbage to candlelight and sleeping under pine bedposts, even though our neighbours rattled their empties and shouted until mid-dark.


Hecla Marsh, Hecla, MB. August 1, 2005.

On the way home, we stopped at an abandoned limestone quarry/picnic area and sat to get sprayed by wind-driven Lake Winnipeg. And every wave that broke over the limestone and wet us down was a surprise.


Hecla/Grindstone Provincial Park, Hecla, MB. August 1, 2005.