as much as i hate to do it, we are moving on south to one of the Provincial Parks in central VI. it rained all last night, hard at times, but stopped just in time for daybreak. lucky me. if i graded campsites, this one surely would merit the highest grade of all that we stayed in from Labrador to Inuvik and Dawson City, and then onto the Arctic in Alaska. that's what makes it so hard to leave. but Leben and Erde have exhausted all the new and interesting smells here, so it's time to move on.
everyone tells us we must stop at Telegraph Cove, the birthplace of the whale watching business, so we will. how long we stay there will determine where we camp for the night. i will be prepared for the foul weather they say is coming.
these trips are a balancing act. with the three of us coming to the scene with different interests, abilities and conditions, i am constantly juggling what we do, or do not do, with the three of us in mind, more so my companions than myself. Fortunately, i generally do not have to worry about the Defender because it seems to be up for anything we might want to do, including getting home.
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