So the first camping trip in Ontario loomed. Would it be as good as Lotusland? In many ways, better. And many, not. But why compare? Camping is camping, and anytime you can find the time to sleep in and appreciate the great outdoors means good times, period. Even without sweet Vandosa.

The pack met up with the ALo's in Tiverton, Ontario where their campsite was awaiting. Nestled in the woods, it was all in all, not bad. They took off for an afternoon romp and lunch in Kincardine, where they happened upon two things ginormous: a non-curdy but pretty purdy poutine, and a huge Boy-and-Ribsy throne (Girls keep out!).
But back to the campsite, where E was put to the test as a mobile tent. She passed with flying colors, as evidenced by the smiles on Girl and Ribsy. The four seats fold flat down, and then a double-sized air mattress was laid on top. Pure camping bliss!


Then it was off to the beach to watch the amazing sunset over Lake Huron. Ribsy also managed to squeeze in time as a photo prop.


More sunset shots. Ribsy got a bit smutty after running in the sand with a Vizla and Lab.
The campfire that night was long and strong, thanks to a kind neighbour who donated an extra supply of slow-burning wood. Thanks! However, after a sumptuous night of sleep the group was shocked to find their food coolers missing! Turns out a rowdy crowd of young adults (more like children) had vandalized, stolen, and generally turned the campsite upside down. Is this how they do it out East? The pack would like to think otherwise. The police turned up and the group got their coolers back (although Boy had to shower with it, to wash the PUKE out). Gross.
Back to happier times. Without their peameal bacon (wah), they drove up to Saugeen Shores and ate a hearty country breakfast before descending on the local beach, where Ribsy had a dandy time dousing dudes and dudettes and generally creating chaos.
Then quickly as it came, it was time to drive home. Here's some beautiful acreage up for sale, complete with pond, that Boy and Girl wish they could buy.


The pack made another pit stop at Mapleton's Organic Dairy Farm, where they noshed on some fresh, lip-smackingly good maple sugar and French vanilla ice cream waffle cones. The young calves of the farm are segregated for a short time, and you can pet them while you snack. Like you with ice cream, they love to lick - whether it be cages or cats!
Overall Ribsy rates the trip two tongues, er, thumbs, er paws, up.
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