Tuesday August 19, 2014
Training of humans continues. When I want them to pet me, I don't always
want to be obvious. So if I sit just out
of their reach, they almost always extend their reach to pet me. I get my fix while maintaining my roguish
charm and my feline dignity.
We ready Hannah and leave Margaret Bay, heading east on hwy 3. We hug the coast for a while, then cut over to hwy 103 continuing east to the town of Liverpool, where we break for lunch. Liverpool is known as the home of Privateers. Privateers were essentially legal pirates. In the 1800's, governments (the US did this too) sanctioned the taking of ships for their bounty in 'protection' of their country. Of course, they got to sell the goods. It is a cute small town with a pretty lake and a small downtown storefront area. We then head north on hwy 8. We are heading for the national park Kejimkejuk. There are two pieces to this park. One is the seaside area, which is about 25 miles west along the coast. The larger piece is inland and that is where we are heading. Only Samaaaaantha thinks we should go seaside even though we have the inland piece flagged. 'Do a u-turn if you can'. Let me shut you up if I can. Voila! I can!
We are told there are no RV spaces with electricity, and
only one spot of any kind that would fit our size, so we take it, even though
it has no hookups. Being fully self
contained, we don't need the hookups, but they are convenient. With no hookups, I think we call this
'camping'. We tried, we really tried but
there was no way we could back Hannah into the space without doing damage to
Hannah, the truck, and/or all the trees.
So we go back thinking we would get a refund. Instead, miraculously, they found a space
with electricity for us. Since these
spaces are specifically for RVs, it was much easier to maneuver into. Gee, what timing we must have to get this
space... maybe if we spoke French at the get-go, we would have gotten this
space right away. But wait, they are
not French. Ok, maybe their boss is
French? Whatever, we got our space. And it is a beautiful, woodsy space.
Spouse, put the flashlight on.
I don't want to ruin our night vision. What night vision? We can't see a thing! Put the f'n light on!
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