I promised to share my adventures on this trip, but as I pulled out of my driveway on Tuesday morning, avoiding adventures was really my top priority.
That’s why getting a reliable truck and trailer, lots of safety equipment, and a premium CAA membership weren’t splurges.
That‘s why I was shooting for a three hour drive between campsites, and only driving every second day.
I’m actually aiming for peaceful and joyful trip.
My neighbour took this picture through her living room window as Milo and I were leaving for our first stop at Killbear Provincial Park.
She had a lot of time to get her camera because I wasn’t that efficient getting out of the driveway. My Fitbit told me that I put on about 2000 steps just hooking up the trailer.
There are lots of steps to go through to get that thing hitched up:
- back up to the hitch

lots of things to attach properly…
- attach the hitch
- attach the weight distribution bars
- put up the main jack
- attach the chains
- attach the wiring
- attach the break-away brake line
- put up the stabilizer jacks
- pick up the wheel chocks
- test the signal and brake lights
- turn off the propane
- make sure everything is locked
- put up the step (easy to forget this one)
None of these steps are difficult. They just take time and a bit of elbow grease.
The drive to Killbear was successfully and wonderfully uneventful. I even let my hands stray from 10 and 2 by the end of the trip. I had a pull through campsite, so I didn’t need to do anything tricky like backup my rig.
After the hitching, driving, unhitching, and taking Milo for a walk, I spent my first camping afternoon napping. An appropriate end, I think, for a non-adventurous day.




But no matter how he hits the water, he swims out, retrieves the toy, swims back, hauls his panting, dripping self onto the dock and is ready to go again. Not before, of course, striking a pose, head up, chest out and grinning, at the top of the ramp giving all of us a chance to compliment his powerful jumping and excellent swimming. He’s smart, but the joy of jumping drives any sense of self-preservation out of his doggy mind, and eventually I have to force him to take a break.
After all the dogs had a few turns, we enjoyed a little swim together and then it was time to dry off, pile back in the van, and take ourselves home. The laughing, cheering, dog wrangling, and of course jumping, leaves everyone pooped. Well, not everyone.



