Fire Fire Fire
Several past squallions have been caught up in the mayhem out west and up north. It’s awful, simply awful. And the fire speed we’ve all seen on a large scale, is exactly what will happen on a rocky pine-clad Georgian Bay Island when a small fire gets away in the wind. It’s over in a flash, all because someone decided having a summer campfire was necessary. I love campfires, but the coast and islands of Georgian Bay in the heat of summer are not the time. Please, Save the Trees (and everything else) and See the Stars…
Thanks for hanging out for a few minutes. Need a pair of Smartwool or Darn Tough socks? Without any technical assistance, tell us who played ‘Relic’ on the Beachcombers or… if you’re wondering what the hell I’m talking about, just tell us the best campsite on the Bay. |