A yurt by any other name, part 2

The hubby wasn't feeling 100% on Friday when we left, so I was driving, with sis Aimee in tow in the Enclave  - which I must mention suffered collateral damage, well really just collected lots of sand in the interior but it was pretty traumatizing to me as one of its new owners!  ("Jave the Clave" is pictured here next to one of the yurts pre-sandbath at the beach).  Soon we are at the ready to provide identification and answer questions at the border.  We are asked the normal questions about citizenship and duration of our stay, then the questioning turns to:
 
Canadian customs agent:  Where are you folks headed?
Me:  To the Pinery in Grand Bend, Ontario.
Canadian customs agent: And what will you be doing there?
Me:  Staying in a yurt, so I'm told.  (at this point he looks up from our passports and peers at me a bit curiously)
 
I really didn't mean that to come off sarcastically as it might have sounded, oops!  Anyway, good times were had by all this past weekend at the Pinery, stories too numerous to detail here so you'll just have to ask us for more details, if you care :).  Yes, I did manage to "survive", thank you for asking, although I think the key to any outdoor travel is to go people who have the right equipment and know how to use it!  But really setting up our "shantytown", starting the fire, cooking meals and cleaning up after Ricky the Racoon (who raided our wheat bread, veggies & dip and Sunchips among other favored items) was definitely a team effort with everyone pitching in. Oh, and the reviews are in for the smooth stylings of Jenny, Sarah & Dave's first guitar recital lead by teacher Tim "The Maestro" - two thumbs up!!  The sunset on the water picture was their unbeatable backdrop, at least until the rain came in and we all scrambled for higher ground. 
 
I think most would agree that traveling with family or friends creates memories (good or bad!) that last for years.  It is the idea of getting away from our everyday lives and sharing experiences that keep us dreaming up different ways to use those coveted vacation days.  Mad love to my fellow yurters, thanks for making my first campground experience a great one!