Beaver Lake Escapades

Trip Start May 31, 2012
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Trip End Aug 08, 2013


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Beaver Lake Campground

Flag of Canada  , Alberta,
Friday, June 29, 2012

      Well, there really were no escapades to speak of at Beaver Lake. There was a party boat that kept blasting terrible music (ie. Still Rock and Roll to Me), y'know, songs nobody actually likes, but just happen to come on the radio. This party boat with water skiers were purposely playing these songs. But, it was still a fun weekend for sure.

      Aside from the water traffic with bad taste in music, it was a fun and relaxing weekend with my sweetheart. The site we had was extremely small and the only place for the tent was on what was basically a gravel driveway, but with our sleeping mats and Rex and Mo's winter sleeping bag underneath us (very plush) we slept alright. On Saturday morning we walked along the banks of Beaver Lake to try to reach a beach that was actually pretty far away. At first we had a sand bar to walk along but that quickly gave way to just rocks, and then just reeds, so we walked in the water for a while. We got probably 3/4's of the way to the beach but after about 30 minutes, and with Kara in just her bare feet, we decided to turn around and set up the blanket on the narrow sand bar closer to our site. There turned out to be a little beach at the day area, just on the other side of our campsite, so we went there and hung out instead. There were lots of families there and kids playing in the water, it was really nice.

    We played some ukulele, read our books and cooked some kabobs over the fire for the rest of the afternoon, and then made friends with our neighbour's dog, an 8 month old border collie mixed breed named Farrah. The first night we were there, she wasn't there our neighbours were a young couple that we thought were pretty cute and uncomfortable around each other. Then the next day, they had their friends come, an older guy who brought Farrah and another younger fella, maybe 19? It was a weird mix of people and we couldn't figure out how they all knew each other. Our campsites were so close that we could hear all of their conversations, it's not like we were listening in! What are we, some kind of weird camp listeners? Anyway, we never figured it out. It bugs us to this day (2 days later).

    We're in Edmonton now and will be heading down to the Hat on Wednesday. Regards,

David Jon Combden
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