So I spent the long weekend up at Grundy Lake with my buddy and his fiance, third wheel styles. Not that I played the part, but I couldn’t stop thinking about this video - somehow that seems to be the theme of this summer (unfortunately enough for me).
The joke at the end of the trip was that she was actually the third wheel (just for the record, she made that joke herself (still can’t figure out whether I was the good sport or she was)) but whatever - we still had a good time.
We did get eaten alive…and it rained…twice…but we still had a good time…well, I hope that we all had a good time.
Despite also getting my ass kicked at cribbage all weekend, I still had a good time.
Long story short, two weeks ago a site randomly opened up for the long weekend so we jumped on it. With camping in Ontario, if you don’t know how rare that kind of thing is then just take my word for it: it’s rare.
In the past few years especially, unless you’re booking a couple months in advance then getting reservations at a nice campground on a long weekend during summer break is just like getting reservations at some super popular restaurant (like the one I have for Joe Beef on a Friday night #boom).
You gotta book early. Real early.
Because of how last minute the whole thing was it ended up being the two of us…then the three of us. No big deal. I guess that you could say it was a pretty good opportunity to get some material for my best man speech, but not really.
Anyway, turns out that Grundy Lake is actually a pretty nice park. There are 800-something campsites (all booked that weekend according to the pimply teenagers at the check-in), and the best part is that they’re all surrounded by lakes.
Too bad I only took about 10 (shitty) pictures the whole time. The whole beach setup was very much like portaging. All you gotta do is take a canoe out and find your own private stretch of rock and then relax.
We were on the Grundy Lake side and it was big enough that finding a secluded stretch wasn’t that tough, but small enough that people could see/hear us if things went horribly wrong.
Kind of reassuring.
The only thing is that if you’re going up North in the middle of summer, then it’s pretty unavoidable that you’ll get bitten by something. I can say with absolute certainty that I’ve never gotten so many bites all over my face, scalp and ass than I did up there. I’m still recovering from them and it’s not a good look.
I normally try to avoid the woods while hoards of blood thirsty black flies and mosquitoes are in the peak of their season but when you just gotta get out of town, you just gotta get out of town.
It was clear from the beach that every single other person there wasn’t getting any breaks either, but despite all the scratching and red bumps: no ragrets.
Yes, it did rain but the only real casualty was my car camping lantern and our lawn chairs. Broken glass all over your picnic table is not fun (at all) but we managed to dry the chairs up by the fire pretty quickly because it sucked to not be able to sit anywhere. Other than that we were more or less unscathed.
We knew it was coming in the forecast but our laziness got the best of us.
The first rain came when we were on the beach. It went from sunny, to slightly cloudy, to we should probably get back to camp. Then when we actually got back and the skies got even darker, rather than throw up some ropes and tarps we decided to sit back and have another beer.
We literally saw a wall of hard rain come towards us and we totally didn’t react in time. It only fell for about 10 minutes, but that was enough to ravage our camp. Lucky enough for my friend’s fiance, she was actually the the shower the whole time.
We got soaked but we managed to (eventually) get everything under tarps. We didn’t really save anything though, lol.
The second bit of rain came when we were ready to go.
Leave it to Mother Nature to wake us up with some light pitter pattering on our final day, then turn it up to 10 the minute we decided to pack up. Of course, the rain stopped the moment we hit the highway but so it goes.
The clean up with a bit of a pain since we basically garbage bagged everything and thew it into my van (future Justin is really rolling with the punches these days), but folding up shack while rain is coming down is so not fun.
A clean up/drying like this is a pretty good example of why I could never live in a condo.
Oh well. Two down, two to go. Up next: Portaging!