For those who emailed asking if we survived our ‘winter’ camping trip:
Yes, we did!
It was five star camping … not a prospector’s tent, but a little log structure owned by the band about nine kilometres out of town. We swept out a pile of goose feathers and sand and cooked up some spaghetti on the woodstove, then settled down for a relaxing evening of being unplugged. Our Kobo, Kindle and Playbooks were fully charged and we read the night away. The next morning, we cooked up bacon and eggs. We settled back to read a bit more, when a visitor pulled up. We put on coffee and chatted.
No sasquatch, bigfoot or ghosts … just a relaxing time and a deep, wonderful sleep in the barrens.