I couldn’t help but notice the old Mazda Protege5 parked a few campgrounds away. I think that’s the name of the shade of yellow, can’t help but notice yellow. It’s a father and son from Toronto doing a little camping and bonding before dad takes off for golf in Myrtle Beach and Dan the son continues his journey of finding himself. He thinks he might be in Mexico. Worth a look.
You know it’s Canadian camping when they have a fine Irish whiskey and soda station set up in the back of the car. They were kind enough to lend me one of their camping chairs, some whiskey and I in turn offered them the Kentucky wine. They really weren’t having it, and stuck to the whiskey.