Algonquin Park part 5

Well the bears came in the middle of the night, I was awoken by the cans and pots and pans banging together, I froze...to hell with getting out of the tent...screw that...I hid under the covers...the frigging bear sniffed at my tent...I could smell his stench it smelt like a dirty dog that got wet...the only thing that separated me and the bear was the thin nylon tent...Well I guess everyone else felt the same as I because no one sounded the and started banging their noise makers...you could hear the bear ripping at the tent..going through the foodsupplies...ok I didn't wet my sleeping bag...but I had to remind myself to keep breathing as I held my breath for fear that the bear would hear my teeth knattering together..Finally it was quiet...now someone banged their pots...I as well did..and followed by screams...I think everyone was screaming and yelling ---more of a release then a scare tactic I am sure...Damn camping sucks...The park ranger came by the next day and said that they will set the trap again..but it wasn't the same bear..it was another..but no worry as they knew also who it was...He said best if you confront the bear just let it do what it wants and we were correct in not scaring the bear as the last thing you would want would be a frightened bear. All the food was transferred to the station wagon...as per rangers orders..gee are we ever happy campers..:(

Algonquin Park part 4

I was walking with Chris one of the guys and we came across a van in a camp site...two nice looking chicks were cooking. Chris said hi.. they waved hello...so he went to talk to them...He asked them what was going on and stuff., it appeared that they arrived early as they were booked for a site tomorrow, but got away early so they were told that there was no room at the regular site so they were told they could camp here for half price for the one day..till their site become available...So that is how they ended up at the group camp site...so Chris uses his charm and thirst for alcohol or drugs and comes right out and asks them if they could spare some stash as he would pay them for their troubles..they look at each other and say ..well now looks as if we have some partyers here after all...she said come into the van..we will see what we can do for ya....Nice van Chris went on...and it truely was...a real camper van...he sat at the table while I took a spot on the floor by the door....So she says they havn't been to the beer store yet, but had some hash....Chris said great..any chance of selling a bit...sure Liz said as she introduced her self...and this is Jane..we are kinda of what you would call adventure girls looking for a good time ourselves...how about coming by tonight and get to know each other...Chris explained that they we were not here by ourselves we had were from a boys group home so that was our story...so you see we can't just pop in and out at all hours of the night..Liz says a boys home how old are you guys...I said old enough....she laughed and said I bet you guys are still virgins....I said yeah we could teach you guys a few tricks eh Chris...he was silent...As if she guessed right they both laughed and said as if we had left the van ...discussed how it would be great to break two virgins in....they said we would remember them for the rest of our lives...sounds pretty neat...what do you think...I said ....I don't think so...Chris says hold on now..I might be interested in this....we talked for a bit and they allowed Chris to roll the hash joint in the van....How about we get started now Jane says..winking at Chris....spark it up and lets have some fun...He said we would have to stick to the orginal plan...of coming over later that eveing....We met the rest of the guys and they went for a walk in the woods to smoke the hash...I didn't want any so I stood back as they passed around the joint..As if they didn't have enough Chris broke into his stash he was slowly going to piece meal out for the next week and stuck the chuck of hash onto a pin and stuck the pin into a tree...now he lite the hash and then everyone took turns sucking on the hash til it was all gone...oh well Chris said...it was a good plan to save it ...but right now I don't care...I followed them ..I guess I was the babysitter for the drugies....we didn't do anything just kinda got lost in the woods and eatin up by mosquitoes...That night I thought I heard a bear around my tent...grabbing my pot and untensil I was ready to make some noise...but it was Chris...hey man he whispered ....you coming ..? Naw I said ...See ya in bit eh...the next morning Chris comes walking down the road and someone says hey when did you get up...he said he just did and went to the washroom...really...they didn't believe him..they tried to pump Chris but he stuck by his story....finally they laid off of him...I went up to him...and said funny you don't look any different...He laughed and said nope..I may not but I had the best time of my life....One I shall never forget...you really should have come...because I sure did...we laughed....well maybe next time I assured Chris...

Algonquin Park--continued part 3

Well more fun to come--its getting night time..this is the mosquitoes time to carry on with the sucking of blood--now I know where the Idea of vanpires came from...it must have orginated in a place like this...all kinds of creatures that sucked blood..So as the sun went down the deet was pulled out..splash it on...quickly as they seemed to be very agressive mosquitoes..no matter how hard you try the damn deet always seemed to get into your mouth...yuk what a taste....As we sat around the camp fire trying to stay warm..we see and hear people screaming running towards our camp site...ok what the hell man..now some of the kids are crying --finally one of the kids seemed to have caught there breath and screamed a BEAR......A BEAR...!! Kathy again said ok...enough...people...one of the people in charge said sorry but their camp site was being attacked by a bear...They asked if they could stay here for a bit till the bear left...Kathy said why don't you drive up and get the provincial park police...running into people's private camp sites isn't really an option...whatever...I thought...One of the other staff said maybe if we all went down to the camp site and made a whole bunch of noise it would scare the bear away....so we grabbed whatever we could clank together to generate noise and headed down to their site....the little kid beside me was hitting the pot lid so hard that they broke one of our steel ladels..on the pot lid....Kathy also saw the kid snap the untensil and said this will not do....I said lay off eh..as the kid also wet their pants out of fright..damn this is one scared kid...I said hey kid hows it going, he came down a bit..and said through sobs that the bear was no further from him then I....he cryed that he wanted to go home...and then started hitting the lid with the broken utensil again..screaming I want to go home..over and over again....We arrived at the camp...one of their staff jumped in the car and headed out to get the provincial park police...The place was a mess.......the damn bears got into everything...they built the fire high..hoping that the fire would also aid in keeping the bear away ....well one good thing came out of all this...the older girls got our attention...They were from Hamilton...One of the girls ..who was a real cutie grabbed me and hid behind me whenever she thought she heard something or saw something in the bush..the police finally arrived..They also had in tow a huge steel cylinder that was a bear trap...they said they knew who the bear was...she had done this before...they catch her and then ship her into the wild further up north...she made her way back down south rather fast this time..but not to worry they set the trap up...they baited the trap with this greasy hunk of meat that stunk....they placed the meat at the end of the trap the bear enters it..pulls on the meat sending the huge steel door closed...Well those girls from Hamilton worked fast as Susan gave me a kiss and said see ya tomorrow..and thanked me for coming down and helping out..as if I alone saved the day.......The next day.....We awoke to the men around the trap securing it...yup they caught the bear....wow that was quick...and away they go...they just hooked up the trap and drove away with the bear. So due to their site being attacked they had shorten their stay...so they were to be leaving soon...they had a structure there...so they had planned activities...so I didn't see Susan till night time...We all just stood around talking and stuff and talking about the bear...exchanged phone numbers...got another kiss and they hoped to see us in the morning. We secured our food tent with stakes and attached string to the posts and on the string hung every pop can and pie plates and pots and pans....it doubled as our drying rack for the dishes and our warning system for the food tent...upon hearing the pots and cans we were all to run out of our tents screaming and yelling..hitting the pots and lids together thus scaring the bear away....That night I couldn't sleep well..damn bears...anyway...due to the hystrically excitement I got a miagrine...I arose early morning and went over to the central swimming area...it was quiet and their was a mist on the water still..I could hear the loons talking back and forth...now if only this miagraine would go away.....shit my eye site started go...so I just closed my eyes and felt the calm quiet...only to be broken by the girls from Hamilton..shit not now....I tried to explain that I had a headache that interfered with my eye site...but they couldn't grasp that...so just as I was explaining I couldn't see clearly I look down at one of the girls and she has this bikini top on..and her breast is poking out and her nipple is showing...oh damn what a time to be in a full blown miagraine...Shit no matter how I willed my eye site to return..it wouldn't as I stared at the naked flesh as it apperared like a piscal painting....damn and as soon as my eye site returned Susan saw my gaze and smacked the girl and told her to put it away....damn eh...anyway they were on their way and just stopped by to say goodbye...she kissed me goodbye and said she would write...and she did...a couple of times..

Algonquin Park--continued

Yuk..why the hell would God ever create leeches..it was almost as bad as all the frigging mosquitoes that keep us in the tents by nightfall..As if that wasn't bad enough I learnt that even the flies bite...black frigging flies...oh damn I now new how the lady on green acres must have felt...give me Toronto anytime...Well meanwhile back in the canoe we were heading back to the camp site, well so we thought....Till we came to a deep end..and got stuck again...I said I am not getting out of this frigging canoe into that leech infested water again....so we all took the paddles and grabbed the tree branches to get free...it took more effort but at least we didn't have to venture into the water again....finally on our way again...I felt some dirt ineptness my big toe and my other toe..so I brushed the guck away..it was stuck on..shit..I thought I will have to find some showers around here...so after another wrong turn...the guck seemed to be collecting dirt as it was getting bigger...what the hell..I thought...I stopped paddling and put my feet up on the cross members of the canoe with the intent to get this scumy dirt out from inbetween my toes...DAMN.....DAMN...I SCREAMED...DAMN...the bulge between my toes was another leech..it was getting fatter feeding off my blood...How the hell do I pull this thing off.. it was stuck on like glue..and everytime I pulled it would settle in deeper...was this a joke or something...the guys in the canoe were now laughing as they watched me struggle and have an one on one fight of tug of war with this damn leech...I yelled what the frig are you guys laughing at...get this thing off of me...and the more I got all freaked out..the more they laughed..til I also joined in laughing.not out of humor but out of hysteria..but stopped short as we nearned the camp..and yelled at the guy steering to get us in without getting caught in the weeds again..and again...now seeing that I was almost ashore...I was getting really hyper as this alien was sucking the life out of me...I knew that He had to go as we approached the camp..Kathy was yelling at us for not having our life jackets on..damn she was correct but she sure was forward for being a student observer..she even snitched on us..and keep harping about the fact tha we didn't have life jackets on..I said excuse me but I have a more pressing concern right now...., I informed her of the leech..and she said so what ..don't be so dramatic it wasn't going to kill ya..well easy to say when its not on your foot...We tried to pour salt on it...it moved but didn't let go...so one of the guys lite a match and then blew it out..and touched it to the creature..oh that worked..it moved more..so I grabbed the pack of matches now that I knew I had him...I keep touching the leech..after three matches he finally let go....one of the guys stepped on it..and it spewed out all red...thats my blood you son of a bitch....as I grabbed my shoes and proceeded to get the living blood out of the leech...Once the leech was mixed into the soil with nothing left 0f it....Kathy was still rating us out to the staff...she said that we should be put on camp restriction..I said yeah whatever..as if I am going out into the scumy river infected water again...The only one activity and now the canoe stood dry..as no one wanted to go out in the canoe just to get stuck in the weeds...oh and of course no one went swimming in the river again either..oh boy what fun we were having.....

Algonquin Park

While back we go to Algonquin Park...We arrived at Whitefish camping grounds this was the group camping grounds. They seperated the family camping from the groups, but they opened the group camping grounds to regular camping when the family grounds got filled up....We set up the camping gear..All stuff had to be emptied out of the "house car" as it was to be driven back to Toronto..so it was dumped..We went about setting up the tents--and even had a food tent. I was to room with the other guys in this tent that already was way to crowded. One of the staff brought along a little pup-tent that he said I could borrow, on the condition that I didn't smoke in the tent or bring any food in the tent as the bears would rip it apart to get at the food...well I assured him that I would not....he allowed me to set the tent up...I brought along my cassette tape recorder and he even lent me tapes that he recorded that were hit tunes...still on the chum charts..cool..I was all set..We had a very good spot..right on river..we had a canoe that was attached to the "house stationwagon" that was put by the river, and yes the rules were that we had to have life jackets for everyone that went into the canoe..So all was done...now what...hmm....now what...hmm now what....damn first time camping and it was so dang boring..We were told that we were to go play...play..play what..where? There was no structure at the camp. They said well go canoeing...We three of us the next day set out on a canoe outing..the damn river was full of weeds and trees and there branches..we kept getting stuck...so one of us would have to get out and jump in the water to pull us free...after getting stuck so many times the adventure got stale --but quick...oh damn we got stuck again...This time it was my turn to pull us free...I jumped in and pushed the canoe free...steered the canoe down another path...hey btw anyone know where the hell the camp site was....hmm, a new problem --I think we went down so many feeder rivers and cut offs we were slightly lost...looking for familier sites were started to paddle...and got stuck so often that I just stayed in the water and pulled us free when we got stuck again...whew a familer landmark...so I pulled myself into the canoe and saw this long black mark on my leg...OH SHIT IT WASN'T A PIECE OF RIVER CRAP..IT WAS ALIVE...I saw blood at one end of the thing...one of the guys said its a leech man..pull it off before it fully sets itself into you ....A leech...Shit ...what the hell..why is it attaching itself to me..? He laughed and said thats what they do..they suck your blood...DAMN as I pulled on this thing...it stuck to my leg...I pulled harder it stretched three fold......finally it gave..and I tossed it back into the water..Well thats the last time I go in this water...

Asst. Director got nabbed--he then retired from his position.

Yup..Doug got nabbed so he had to retire from his position. So they hired another winner...A curly hired actor. His claim to fame was he was a professional actor thus he could jump into any part and be an ace at whatever he did..This guy's ego was big--well bigger then his actor career anyway, he stared on some series on tv. He was such a dork...He was chosen to drive the "house stationwagon" to camp..So they decided to load one car with the supplies and drive the kids in the other...There was still not enough seats for everyone so someone had to drive with this "superstar"--No one stepped up to chose to drive with him--but since I was the only one that kinda of knew him from hanging around the Kennedy house office I felt sorry for the "star" and volunteered to drive up to Algonquin park with him and the supplies. As you can guess the ride was about as exciting as this blog..lol..He must have been playing the part as a boring chauffeur..just going through the motions of doing his job. After that Edward guessed that it was a one man show operation....so when this "star" quit to move on and pursue his acting career Ed didn't hire another asst. Director....whatever happened to this "star" who knows he must have made it big on Broadway because he never made it big in Hollywood..LOL

Carol--The secretary.

The first secretary that welcomed me by slapping me left. I don't know how many more they hired, but one that stayed was very pretty and superkind. Her name was Carol, she is married and also a mother of two boys. She is very pretty, yes I did ask her if she was a model. She said that her sister was more of the model in the family, but she did do modeling for sears catologs when she was younger, also to boot she had a knack for new technolgies, she was an operator/model at a trade show for a new super computer...Wow I said how did you know how to operate the super computer..she said that it really isn't that hard, and she had extensive experience on different buisness machines..so it just came to her naturally, she could dance her fingers across the keyboard and hell she didn't even have to look at it..She was the fastest typist and won awards for her skills..I looked around the little office of Kennedy House and wondered why she worked here. She said although the finacial gains were small, she lived just around the corner and the hours were good as she could spend time with her kids without paying for child care. I took to Carol immediately. After school I ventured over to the office and would talk to her as Ed usually took off at 3pm she didn't like being alone in the office as she was terrified of mice..and she saw one climbing up the chinese weave that surrounded her office walls so in turn we welcomed each other's company. As time went by it became routine for me to venture over as soon as I saw the house stationwagon leave the driveway...it always amused me as It was the house station wagon to be used for Kennedy house purposes but We only "borrowed" the car from Edward once when we were driven up to camp and then it was driven back the same day so Ed wouldn't be without a car...anyway I mentioned this to Carol but she didn't comment on that fact...and changed the subject to other things..I guess it was one of the many things that we all knew but couldn't talk about as it was the 'big guy'. Her husband worked for the TTC and worked the eveing shift so he would be home to care for the kids while she worked, so being home at different times did cause some ups and downs in the family, but Carol explained you did what you had to do to survive, and to put the kids first and make sure their interests were looked after and theirs as parents then came second...Wow what a concept. After all it wasn't the kids who brought themselves into the world, she also noted that many of the kids in the house came from difficult backgrounds but most of them she felt that if given the chance would raise above their past and would turn out in the end...Hmm, I thought I lived with these guys., I didn't see the potential in most--I saw them as a product of their enviroment and wouldn't surprise me if they all ended up in the big houses after a couple of years. She always held out for the best in the kids..as she invited the kids who didn't have anywhere to go over to Christmas dinner and she was upset that while over at her house they stoled her kids piggy bank . But even after she was disappointed in the kids who stoled, she still never lost hope. Anyway eventually she would get time when her and her husband scheduled allowed them to go out dancing on a weekend and asked if I would babysit her kids...I said I never looked after kids before...I wouldn't know what to do...She laughed and said they more or less look after themsleves..afterall they weren't babies...Well the first time I babysat her youngest went to the washroom and said ok ---yelling from the bathroom I'm finished..ok, that's nice I thought....sooo? His brother said that I have to go wipe his butt clean...I said the hell with that!! I told the older brother to wipe his younger butt clean...with that he yelled and screamed yuk!! He didn't do that his mom always did that. Shit---I said to the other brother how does your mom wipe his butt...he laughed and said I don't know she just does...Both were laughing as I figured out how to get out of this...I tried to encourage him to do it himself...He laughed as if I just asked him to fly to the moon, as both were about the same chances of happening...damn ..damn...damn...I looked at the dog punchy and well he was going to be no help either...ok...I asked his older brother how should I do this...he laughed again..I said here come with me...so we go in and there is his younger brother hold his butt up in the air....I took some toilet paper and as I wiped said ahh, shit...with that the kids started to laugh as they screamed SHIT..SHIT...SHIT...as they chanted that I swore....I said no I meant to say shoot..Ok here goes...damn..damn..damn..I think I touched some went over the paper...with that I again said SHIT...SHIT..SHIT.. and the kids mocked me in their laughter repeating the swear words again...there I said done...tossing the paper into the toilet...all done as I started to wash my hands....he said hey my mom does it again...I said sorry one wipe is all you get...why don't you have a nice bath..He said ok..as he never had a bath this early....good then...and he jumped into the bath..I laughed and said I am not going to soap you up......I hope you know how to do that...he laughed and said he did....I told Carol of the horrible time I had while babysitting..she said why what happened...and burst out laughing as I recalled the eveing...She said that he knew how to do it...but didn't do a perfect job at it yet....and she always followed up finishing up the chore...She said don't worry next time I babysat she would have him "trained"