Trip to Beau Comeau

I'm dropping in a few pictures of me while I was up north for my cousin's wedding. I don't really like posting pictures, but...yeah, here it is.

Trip To Beau Comeau

I had a pretty good time, not counting the sunburn and insect bites. I swear, there are flies there that bite off your skin. I must have made quite a sight, flailing my arms around and muttering obscenities like "Poopoofacedmaggotlayinglowlifebloodsuckingbuggers!!" Try saying that all as one word. Spell check is gonna collapse on this one. Ah, nature really brings out the creativity in me.

The waterfalls, rushing streams, and quiet moonlit nights were worth the six plus hours spent cramped in a humid van with my youngest sibling practicing his operatic solo. My finding a waterfall that emptied into the ocean and sitting on a nearby rock's edge, only four feet away from a bad accident, was a real thrill.

I didn't get much sleep though; I slept on the floor three nights in a row. The last night we slept in a giant tepee with a pine branch floor. I don't know what the natives' secret is, but it can be an oven in those tents. I could almost see them rubbing their hands with glee, waiting for the white Canadians to roast so they could feast. Well, actually, it would have been fine if only I had a pillow.

Now being sans coussin, that's really roughing it.