We left Parry Sound in a pretty good mood, so the drive to Sudbury, and Fairbank Provincial Park on its outskirts, was well-tolerated. The park is 10 km down a pot-holed and decaying road, so I wasn’t expecting much. We were pleasantly surprised by the orderly park and well-maintained facilities. Our campsite had electricity and potable water but was a sort of ledge on a hillside only accessible by one entrance from a narrow lane. It was … interesting … getting the large (for me) trailer backed into the site with the space available. I did not have 40 acres to turn my rig around. There was much drama from my spotters who swooned every time I came too near the edge – meaning within a few meters.

With the tent safely erected, Those Johnston Kids walked their bikes up the steep gravel road adjacent to our site and bombed down in a most unsafe manner. I’m not sure Baby Girl even knows she has brakes. She gets that from Steph. We took advantage of the warm showers afterwards to get clean for the first time in a few days. I waited outside the shower for Holly to finish, while she sang Danny Boy inside at the top of her lungs. She gets that from me.

Post-shower, I threw together a good little fire and we ate roasted marshmallows until we didn’t want any more. That’s a lot of marshmallows.