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Memorial weekend. Spencer e mailed a couple of sites before we left the UK and one had mentioned that it can get busy around then and we should book. Unwilling to be tied down to where exactly we would be, I poo poo'd it with 'I'm sure we'll get in somewhere. They can't ALL be full.' This presented Spencer with a number of opportunities.... First his predictions of doom would come true; second it would be a crisis to overcome and third (but by no means least) I would be proven wrong and the words 'I told you so' could be thought (but never actually articulated, of course). We were heading for the St Lawrence River which feeds in to the top of Lake Ontario. We found a state campsite (always our preference), Keewaydin State Park, in just the right location and drove up to the gate. 'Hello!! Could we camp for the night please?' 'You know it's memorial weekend, right? We're fully booked.' Just as I was inwardly cursing, we experienced that strange phenomena we have come across before (and not always to our advantage, refer you to Montpelier) when the locals think we are inept and really need looking
after (either that or they just feel sorry for Spencer). 'Hang on a sec...' Five minutes later 'OK, we're fully booked but we're gonna put you on the managers pitch. How many nights do you want?' Sooooo..... Predictions correct? Tick. Know-it-all wife proven wrong? Tick. No crisis, but that was more than compensated for by being on a prime, managers pitch. I did have to persuade Spencer that just because we were on a managers pitch, it wasn't his job to reprimand other campers for minor rules transgressions, but other than that it was perfect. Beautiful site right on the river front with fishing, swimming and boating opportunities. We were in the Thousand Island region (home of the salad dressing) where there are actually more than 1,800 islands in the river. They range from huge, with castles or massive summer houses to rocks barely bigger than the houses that stand on them. (An island is defined by being above water all year round with at least two trees.). The river entirely freezes in the winter and they have festivals, skiing and ice hockey tournaments. We went for a river boat tour which was just amazing. Even the boat houses are
works of art, many with hydraulic lifts to take the boats out of the water come the freeze. The state camp sites are full of wildlife and I decided that our second night, warm and balmy, was the perfect opportunity to do some photography for the blog. After bbq ing something and maybe a little more than our usual one glass of wine and one bottle of beer, we sorted out the camera, selected the best lens for the job and headed into the bush to see what we could find. After less than four minutes (and zero wildlife) I said 'I need a wee. Shall we go back? 'Me too, let's go' came the reply. Wildlife photographers we are not. Giggling so much we could hardly walk straight, we headed back to the RV. Goodness knows what the other campers thought of the state of the management.....
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