'The Art Of Being A Great Canadian, Eh?' - Part 4

Oh my god, it really is that god awful stuff...r...a....i...n!
Stuff. A tiny sealed hole in the top of the tent proves it’s great Canadian workmanship when a slight drop enters the king’s inner sanctuary, his sleeping bag. The master’s socks are quickly grabbed to block the culprit hole and a vigil is held to push back the liquid matter from the liquid Canadian High with the final conviction it will be over before daylight. Then it’s back to snoring like your camp neighbors which is worse then the sound of a herd of Canadian bears. The next morning proves that the entire lake actually moved several feet higher and yes... onto and into your campground uninvited. Soaked wood according to Canadian experts does not burn well- and they are right. The first point of order is on with the wet clothes and then with great Canadian pride, round everyone up as quick as possible (to beat your campsite neighbors, of course) and head to the local village to do the only smart thing- find a warm restaurant for breakfast with hot fresh coffee and place to dry out. And so it goes for the duration of the entire experience. All with a smile on our face. By the time we arrive home from another great Canadian adventure we have made more corporate key decisions than in the entire previous year. All this just to keep alive. The drive home is silent, chalked up to one more great Canadian experience. Johnnykins has given up his post to save face for John. Of course when we arrive at the office the following Monday we tell all our friends, colleagues, and business associates it was a great time, there is definitely massive fish in that lake although secretly you know you didn’t catch any, but by God you saw them through the clear Canadian water, it only rained ‘a little’, and at least no one got sick on this vacation- another great Canadian blessing. It will all be forgotten within a month and John will be planning next years Canadian mystery campsite adventure, unknowingly to even his own family, perhaps to the same special hidden spot.
Until the next WebLog of Adventure...