Well the catch and cook weekend was a bust.
It was colder than hell out too… -5C during the night with a wind!
But I was snug as a bug in a rug in our little camper,
and had bacon and eggs in bed in the morn.
I had to share my breakfast with the Niglet but sacrifices have
to be made when you’re roughing it.
Do you remember cold fall/winter camp mornings?
Changing clothes in the cold morn and sticking your feet into frozen boots?
Sparking up the fire for a morning coffee and warm up?
I can’t do it anymore.
I slept in my gonch and tee shirt. The Niglet
snored and farted contentedly without getting winter rigormortis.
As you get older it seems that there are more things to be thankful for.
And grumpy about!
😆👍
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