Monday, August 31, 2015

wagon ho!

The honey wagon dropped by this morning. While the word honey may conjure up visions of hot buttered toast drizzled with the sweet nectar, this honey is anything but sweet. It is a turid sludge pumped from our black and grey tanks. Black tanks are not exactly black, but the colour closest to it on the colour spectrum; grey describes the effluent from dishwashing, handwashing, and if we didn't use the park ones, showers - a greasy, soapy, food particle ridden soup.

Ed, the friendly angel of emptiness (we don't shake hands), first tackles the black tank, the pulsating hose freeing us to use our own bathroom facilities. Oh mercy! No walk in the dark down unlit campground roads, crocs crunching on the gravel, feet dampened by the dewy walk across our grassy site to the road. He does the grey one next, its soapy water flushing the hose for his next appointment. His is a truck you do not want to run into - 350 gallons of honey! This service didn't exist for the first few years we came here so we'd skimp and conserve to last to the halfway point of our visit (about 12 days). Then we'd ready the camper for travel and drag it to the dump station (a hole in the ground into which honey is dumped). It was a hassle. Now we are happy to fork over $20 once a week.

We had other, equally (actually, more) welcome, but much less stinky guests this afternoon. Bill and Brenda have arrived for their 2 week camp and are across the road and two sites down from us. I foresee much hilarity and good cheer which starts with tonight's ribfest. We are waiting for them to setup so that we can have a swim.

It is thankfully warm today but (as usual) the wind is whipping across the waves. Too windy to have our awnings out, instead we have our less valuable, easier to repair, unlikely to rip out of the side of our camper, shade tent up. It is rocking to the blasts of wind, shuffling on its spindly legs. But giving us a little bit of shade. Surprisingly, even with the wind, there is a mist over the water, partially obscuring the horizon and the island that is not far off-shore.