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Road Trips: Kejimkujik National Park and Historic Site



We bought a van and we did so for one reason: camping. Our first test would be at Jeremy's Bay Campground. Kejimkujik National park had many sites to choose from usually but because people were spending their hard earned money in Canada (boycotting America) we only had a few spots available.

The van had stow n go seats so it gave us enough room for a couple roll out mattresses. Setting up camp was pretty simple a dinning tent a couple of chairs and a fire. 

Luckily for us we were there a week before the fire ban. Things were great until it was time to sleep. There was a crying kid a few sites away who was always in trouble for something. His crying continued into the wee hours of the morning. I finally locked the doors and fell asleep. Then it was tinkle time. As I opened the door the ani-theft alarm started to blare and I couldn't turn the darn thing off. After a few minutes of frustration and yes, cussing, I got it to stop not before waking up the entire camp.  

I try to walk everyday so we looked for a couple trails. We had asked the camp office what trails to hike. It was narrowed down to two. They were countless others but these two in particular we decided on. The first was a trail that started just outside the camp office dubbed, Mills Falls Trail. It was a pretty easy trek than ran beside a flowing stream. The trail was inhabited with children and parents making their way to wade in the eddy's. I tried to get them out of photo shot as best I could. Eventually we turned around and on the way back I notice a familiar thing. If you didn't already know, bugs and I don't see eye to eye. There was a buzz around my head. They must have got the heads up from the deer flies from Wassi lodge in Ontario. I survived it and we off to better things. 




Day two of hiking with bugs and I don't mean bunny was a trail call the Hemlocks and Hardwoods.  It seemed intriguing to me. We were promised a boardwalk along the way. How long along the way we would find out. After a short distance we picked up a couple of friends. The bugs were back. We never invited them, they just kind of showed up. I quickly found out that if my pace was fast enough, they'd leave me alone. Behind me my partner wasn't having as much luck. This was suppose to be a shared experience. It was but I wasn't going to share my blood. Then we saw it, the boardwalk. I keep saying it was just around the corner finally it was just around the corner and so to was a three hundred year old tree. I found out an interesting thing. Hemlocks can grow in the strangest places, even over a rock. I found something else out. The longer you stay in one place the easier it is for bugs to find you.


I waited for him to catch up we both gazed up and I was off again and so were the bugs. It was at this time I noticed my partner wasn't having a good time. The bug were but he wasn't. I apologized for the rudeness and explained that he knew about the bug thing. I can't help it, he couldn't walk as fast as me. I would soon find out that he could but that's another story. 

The park was our hub for few days. Our home while we discovery more Nova Scotia treasures. I will leave you with my favorite picture. More #ontheroadwithdennyd Road Trip stories to come.








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