SLEEPING UNDER THE STARS

Note, that my page isn’t political but I feel strongly enough about the impact on my lifestyle and the health of nature that I love…So,...

I’m still laughing writing this today. Monty Python does guerrilla camping.

I could feel the muscles in my traps filling with blood and in spite of feeling unpleasant, it made my soul sing. I needed the exercise.

The only reason I own a car or even got my driver license was for these adventures. All winter long she sits on my buddies front lawn.

What about camping out. Mulling it over I decided why not do my guerilla camping right here. Sleeping under the Stars on Center Island style

I spot a gate well concealed in a corner of a guard rail. A lock on a chain hanging, but all show as I push the gate open and drive in…

I just spent three nights on Ipperwash Beach, with nothing but my sleeping bag. Laying in the dunes, looking up at the millions of stars...