Camping or mining?

Set off, car groaning, for our week away. First stop Sundridge, where Mrs. Ottawacker's father lives. Nice to see him and the weather remained clement. Managed to get some writing in, which was a surprise, and also found a number of books at the Mall. "The Mall" is the local dump, and the good people of Sundridge also use it to pass around used books and other items in a freecycling sort of environment.  Evening spent playing Uno. Badly in my case.

We camped out in the barn, which meant some trekking through the dark in bear-infested woods. Well, not really, but Ottawacker Jr. is never sure if I am joking or not.