This past weekend was spent way, way up in Georgian Bay, with three lovely people and their boisterousness; breakfasts with small stoves and good company are the best kinds of breakfasts; early morning café blanc and some quiet, quality time with Francis Scott Fitz; discoveries and decorative knick-knacks and documentation, oh, my!

I regrettably did not get a picture of my Adventure Boots in action, because packing up and avoiding mosquitoes while hiking through the woods to get back to the car is more important than art.  Right.