Our first night in Ontario, after crossing at Sault Ste. Marie, was at Grundy Lake Provincial Park. We were sitting at our laptops on our dinette when Barbara was startled by an adult black bear in our campsite. We had our coach door open with just the screen door closed. We soon found ourselves looking at him and he looking at us through just the screen door. Of course, by the time I got my camera out and turned on, he had wandered further through the campground. We figured that he was looking for the barbecued chicken we had smelled just a little earlier. Later we joked that maybe he was our official greeter, sent to welcome us to Ontario.
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...being stalked in your Lazy Daze by this dark-knight-of-the-north gives new meaning to "bear box".
Knowing Art, I can imagine that you now BBQ every night, ay?
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