The Canadian summer had wings and flew by fast

Hello folks in the Hive realm.
For those that may remember me, I am still alive and okay. It's been quite sometime.

Why?

Well there isn't really one reason. I could say that I was simply tired and uninspired. I could also say, that something always seemed to come up.

My partner and I just quit our jobs last week, working in a kitchen at a busy restaurant. I initiated it, but we often talked about getting away from certain employees that made us miserable. We were the only Canadians in the kitchen. The non Canadian resident kitchen employees didn't like us.They won. We lose our income and they got rid of us. It was a great job otherwise.

Officially unemployed, I now have time to visit Hive more often.

There are many people I miss especially @lizelle who has been there since day one, almost a decade ago.

What have I been up to other then work?

On our days off we tried to forget the tensions at work, by having as many adventures as possible.

We decided to buy some e bikes in the summer, to have farther away adventures.

We first revisited a campsite that is half hour away by ferry, taking our bikes on board.

We rented a ready tent with beds and a fridge etc. The only problem was that, the door was not secure, which led to a rude awakening in the middle of the night.

A bandit came in the front door, stared at me, as I shouted for him to leave. Other than a rotten night's sleep it was a decent time.

Our next adventure was a 50 kilometre trip to a National park that I have never been to. With a wagon in tow we packed our stuff and made it there in a little over three hours.

We brought one tent for us, and another for our bikes. Finally relaxed, had our evening by the campfire.

Once more in the middle of the night, some bandits got into the bike tent and knocked over our bikes. Another sleepless night. It was my fault. I had food in that tent.

The next day we were surprised, by a sudden encounter. Not a bandit but a beggar. The cutest beggar ever.

I shouldn't feed wild life, I know, but it's not every day that such a beauty comes to visit.

I surrendered all of my wild blueberries that I had just purchased. I wouldn't give bread or something processed. Yes, I know that it's illegal, and just wrong. I guess I am a criminal. When I was younger I had one of these guys on my plate.

It was fairly cool at this time. Late August was up and down. Although it was not perfect beach weather, we were going to spend an afternoon on the beach. Not tropical but this is Canada not know for beaches.

We both vowed to get outdoors, for as much sun as possible, before the winter traps us.

Whatever sun I could get,was welcomed, while the cool breeze threatened me.

And then there was Kevin!

We sat at the picnic table on the sand. There was not a soul in sight. Suddenly a friend appeared He was alone and staring at us. It was strange behaviour.

Of course he wanted a snack. We only had peanuts. I knew it was wrong to feed him so I had to endure his longing stare.

After looking closely we noticed he only had one foot.

Marc said he had to give him something. I told him we shouldn't, because it's not good for him.

Marc insisted that if he only had one foot, he may as well enjoy the moment.

Eventually he disappeared. We called him Kevin after the star of the movie "Footloose", Kevin Bacon. Only in this case it was "Footless". Not everyone will get that joke.

Four weeks later we rented a cabin at the same park.

At the end of two nights we wanted to visit the beach one more time. As we sat and waited for the sunset, we noticed another friend alone.

We had some grapes with us. Marc was going to throw one. I went through the whole spiel about not feeding him, unless he only had one foot. We laughed then looked closely.

It was Kevin!

He remembered us!
He was a loner.This dude did not hang with the flock.

After a lovely bittersweet reunion, we enjoyed the last of the day in the sun.

This was the last big get away for the year.

Now we are focused on getting through the winter and trying to help Marc's elderly parents. His father is 83, on dialyses and just had his broken toes amputated. He could barely walk before.

Marc's mother and father both fell down, on the same day, during our last camping trip. The trip before that, his father had a mild heart attack.

One problem after another. We thought with this, plus the tension at work, we should leave, to be available for the next health scare.

We don't know what the future holds. We have to take one day at a time. I really don't want to go back to restaurant work. I just don't know what else to do. I'm 64 this year. Age among other things could go against me. I identify as a 30 year old.

One thing I have hope for, is to survive the winter with our savings, and eventually see Kevin on the beach for another reunion.

Most photos were taken with a Samsung phone and some with a Nikon D7500

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