We Have Returned - Day 3 of 4

The wind had come around to the north and the air was definitely getting cooler. Sure the sky was blue and the sun rising high, but there was a need for a jacket when I walked the hound around the campground after her breakfast. It's been a cool summer, for these here parts anyway, and today was no exception.

We walked around to look at the Government Pier, the dock that juts out around a hundred metres into Rondeau bay. The ice this winter had been awful and had shifted all the upright supports to a jaunty angle and forced the park authorities to take up the buckled walkway and fence the area off. It's quite sad, really, because there's a great view to be had out there, and the kids love to jump into the bay from the dock, but there'll be none of that this year as the parks are broke and can't afford big repairs like that.

Our big event for the day was to go back into town again, Mrs T for a hair appointment and me to get some job applications finished off. I'd been working on an Android Tablet with a keyboard, but the word processing app was poor and I needed to get back to a proper computer to tidy things up. Call me controversial but I think that these tablets, including iPads, are really little more than toys.

Back with Towed Haul later in the day, Mrs T and I toured the campground, scoping out the individual sites and comparing trailers. It seems that nearly everyone has a dog with them when camping, and they nearly all appear, yapping and barking, as we walk Willow The Brave past. She is such a wimp, though, because even with the slightest of challenges from another dog, her tail slips between her legs and she tries to make herself invisible. She won't go near the big garbage dumpsters, either; afeared of raccoons, probably.

So, it's dozing in front of a video (again) and another early night. That said, I downloaded a couple of e-books on to my (earlier dismissed) Android Tablet and have enjoyed reading in bed without falling asleep after the first half paragraph. My current read is "Are we nearly there yet?" by Ben Hatch; funny, poignant but definitely not a manual on raising children! 

We vow to get up earlier in the morning as it's packing up day and we need to be in town (again) for another appointment. Whether we actually get up earlier is another matter of course....

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