This is where I slept for the past week:

It rained all week but on the final evening we did get a peak of sun, and the only sunset of the week:

No one got voted off, and there was meat (moose!).
To the current list of definitions of "off-piste" I add one born of my experience this week:
c) Requiring significant quantities of deet in order to maintain a minimum level of blood in one's body and prevent the voracious Canadian mosquitoes from draining you dry.
It's great to be home.
2 comments:
Welcome back!
So, if there was meat after all, does that also mean there were drugs?
Just checking.
There were some chocolate chip cookies that may have been habit-forming, but other than that one could only get high on maple syrup and one's own unleashed humanity after a week of "showering" in the lake.
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