For Graeme’s 30th birthday I gave him…. *drumroll*….. 3 nights in a yurt! This was way cooler than it might sound, and was something that Graeme has talked about for a while. Actually ‘yurt’ comes up at our dinner table far more than you might think. As in;
“Janine I want to live off the grid. Solar panels, Yurt, rain water tanks, the whole deal.”
“Sure dear, why don’t you set it up in the front yard.”
“Of course, but do I have your permission to hose you down if/when you begin to scare neighbourhood children?”
“*sigh* I guess.”
And so, 3 days in a yurt was born. We made a super Canadian weekend out of it, listed to the Tragically Hip while we drove into algonquin park for a weekend filled with hiking, yurts, swimming, campfires, and mosquitoes the size of small birds. Enjoy! No bug repellent necessary 🙂
Made it to the top of Wolf Rock, so naturally (again) Graeme turned into a wolf – howling at the moon.
Saw a momma moose and her baby. Unfortunately there were a lot of trees in the way and she soon figured out I was there.