 East of Sault St Marie, many small farms in a very lush and green world. Not to mention driving behind a pulp truck past a highway sign that warns us to watch out for Amish people in horse-drawn buggies. |  |
And then the roughest camping we have done yet at my sister-in-law's house in North Bay. So good to visit family and Rita spent time chatting away with Andrea, a friend from law school whom she hadn't seen for 20 some years. I talked with Andrea's husband, a United Church minister, about meditation, and how the only place, in his language, to meet God, or, in my language, to realize the emptiness of all things, can be found is in the present moment. A conversation right up my alley.
 Totally roughing it in a primitive campsite. |  Rita chatting with my niece in the really-roughing-it campsite. |
 My oh so generous sister-in-law preparing a campground meal of beef tenderloin, new potatoes, squash, roasted tomatoes, wax beans, cucumber salad and peach cobbler with ice cream. Ahhh - the deprivations of the camping life! |  Endless talk with an old law school buddy. |
Below are my nephew, Brad, my grand nephew, Brock, my nephew's wife, Becky, and the hands and lap of my niece, Alix.
And here, as my mother would have said, is the whole fam-damn-ly. (Except my sister Barb who is cooking her brains out.) This photo includes honorary family member, Mike Harris, my recently deceased brother's best friend.
And one last picture before we leave for Quebec. This is me telling an embarrassing joke about my teen-age life with Mike Harris. I won't repeat it here, but you can see that I made him blush!
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