Well the calendar may indicate that it’s Summer, but you would never know by the temperature. It was in the mid 50’s this morning as I left the campground. Always being the eternal optimist, I’m in shorts, and every time I got out of the RV, I both looked and felt the fool. Everyone in the part of Canada I was passing through was dressed in long pants, parkas over fleeces, hats, hoods, substantial footwear, and I’m in a golf shirt, shorts and my crocks. Hell, It’s July. It’s Canada Day. It’s supposed to be warm. What the heck? Continue reading →