I am one of the hosts of the Outdoor Living Page on SPACES.
I have been camping in the woods since before I can remember. If you're backwoods curious, maybe wondering about Ontario's crown land laws, or how to pack and keep yourself well stocked on an adventure, Provincial Park camping or camping with kids in Northern Ontario. You may want to keep an eye on my host page.
I have no memories of my first time swimming in Lake Huron, near Misery Bay Provincial Park, but I do have photos of me in a sunhat and my swimsuit suit running towards the frigid water when I could barely walk.
In the early to late 1990s, my family spent almost every weekend camping. My uncle used to wake up at 5:00 am or earlier and go for a walk down the dirt road with his coffee. His motto was always "Whoever wakes up first makes the coffee." Was that a ploy to keep me asleep in the morning? Long story short, I learned how to make coffee before I was five.
Thanksgiving Weekend, 1998, when I was eight years old. My cousin and I went for a walk while our family was making dinner at the cabin. We were walking to the point which, at the time, was about a 30-minute walk. About halfway there, I decided to play on a rock surrounded by water (picture). The rocks on the shore were not wet, but I missed my footing and went into the water. As you can imagine on Thanksgiving weekend in Northern Ontario and on the North Channel, the water was cold. The twenty-minute walk back was a hard lesson learned.
When I was twelve, I joined the 2964 Walden Irish Royal Canadian Army Cadet Corps. I signed up for every activity they offered. Biathlon, shooting competitions, Map and Compass, and year-round field training exercises. Yes, that includes the winter. I left the cadets after six years.
In my early to late twenties, my boy’s father and I enjoyed the camp almost every weekend from when the road was open to when the road was closed. When they were under a year old, both of our sons took their first lake bath in early June. For a couple of years, we slept in a small wood cabin with only a bed. We cooked on the fire, BBQ and a three-burner propane stove.
In my early thirties, I decided to move into the bush for a short time. I experienced some hilarious faux pas, adventures, and short-term friendships formed.
I am looking forward to writing for SPACES.
If there is anything you would like to learn about bushcraft, outdoor living, sustainability, or Provincial Park camping. Comment below. I will do my best to answer in the next few articles!
Hey!
I am one of the hosts of the
Outdoor Living Page on SPACES.
I have been camping in the woods since before I can remember. If you're backwoods curious, maybe wondering about Ontario's crown land laws, or how to pack and keep yourself well stocked on an adventure, Provincial Park camping or camping with kids in Northern Ontario. You may want to keep an eye on my host page.
I have no memories of my first time swimming in Lake Huron, near Misery Bay Provincial Park, but I do have photos of me in a sunhat and my swimsuit suit running towards the frigid water when I could barely walk.
In the early to late 1990s, my family spent almost every weekend camping. My uncle used to wake up at 5:00 am or earlier and go for a walk down the dirt road with his coffee. His motto was always "Whoever wakes up first makes the coffee." Was that a ploy to keep me asleep in the morning? Long story short, I learned how to make coffee before I was five.
Thanksgiving Weekend, 1998, when I was eight years old. My cousin and I went for a walk while our family was making dinner at the cabin. We were walking to the point which, at the time, was about a 30-minute walk. About halfway there, I decided to play on a rock surrounded by water (picture). The rocks on the shore were not wet, but I missed my footing and went into the water. As you can imagine on Thanksgiving weekend in Northern Ontario and on the North Channel, the water was cold. The twenty-minute walk back was a hard lesson learned.
When I was twelve, I joined the 2964 Walden Irish Royal Canadian Army Cadet Corps. I signed up for every activity they offered. Biathlon, shooting competitions, Map and Compass, and year-round field training exercises. Yes, that includes the winter. I left the cadets after six years.
In my early to late twenties, my boy’s father and I enjoyed the camp almost every weekend from when the road was open to when the road was closed. When they were under a year old, both of our sons took their first lake bath in early June. For a couple of years, we slept in a small wood cabin with only a bed. We cooked on the fire, BBQ and a three-burner propane stove.
In my early thirties, I decided to move into the bush for a short time. I experienced some hilarious faux pas, adventures, and short-term friendships formed.
I am looking forward to writing for SPACES.
If there is anything you would like to learn about bushcraft, outdoor living, sustainability,
or Provincial Park camping. Comment below. I will do my best to answer in the next few articles!
Cassie
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