Moans and groans

I had a wonderful camping holiday! Three nights is much better than two, because it gives a person two full days to explore. That feels like a far longer time than one full day. Twice as long, you see! After my lovely holiday, there was the drive home. Now, to a Canadian and maybe also to an American, 290km does not seem like a long journey. In fact, it is not nearly halfway across the mighty province of British Columbia. I’ve heard that to Europeans, this seems impossibly tedious.

Regardless, by the time I got home my back was a bit achey. Within three minutes of hopping out of the truck, my arm was bleeding. I caught it on the trailer tongue latch, you see. The propane tank was nestled in its Dairyland milk crate inside the tent trailer and needed to be removed. But I was lazy and didn’t feel like cranking up the tent. So I opened the door and crawled into the 2’x2.5′ space, bumping my head on the reverse side of the bunk bed. Wait, it gets better! Holding the tank only and not its crate, the crate slipped off the bottom and took a small chunk of flesh out of my ankle as payment for its rough treatment. And then I cut myself making dinner. Luckily I had some wine on hand that helped the (minor) pains fade to the background while I watched a weirdly interesting show on the Royal pets.

Back to work for now!

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