I think that we're actually headed in the right direction! It's July 15, our anniversary; a little after 11 this morning we left our “Bee Lazee” campsite just outside of Prince George. Real Canadian Superstore was the final destination on our simple quest for a tarp and Mountain House dehydrated meals. Here are a few observations we made along the way:
Canadian Tire sells camping gear.
Brick sells mattresses.
So what does Home Depot sell? Maybe lingerie?
As we were having a delirious laughing meltdown in the frozen foods section, I wanted to assure each passerby, “Don't worry we have lived overseas—in Ukraine—I promise. Yes, everything is printed in Ukrainian or Russian and we manage to get by.” Here (Canada) we could at least figure out what the French meant from its Latin roots, or simply flip the can around and read the English label!
Where's the camera now? Evidently standing in a little red cooler on top of frozen meat is pretty much the limelight for a 8 month old. Ken and I were stressing out about what we were going to eat...Low sodium, good nutrition, where we would put the cooler if we bought one. Ken asked me, “Does anyone else have this much trouble packing food for a camping trip?” When we looked down at Rawly, he was chillin', quite literally, just bouncing up and down happy as a clam. I was laughing so hard I thought that I was going to pee my pants. And finally the icing on the cake was the song playing on the radio when we got back in the car, “SOS, somebody please help me!”
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