Five days on Georgian Bay

Two hours to Honey Harbour. Careful or you might end up in Orillia.
Overload the Boat Taxi. Don't worry, that cargo is mainly booze.
Luck out with the best campsite ever. Private beach. Big dock.
Sure we're on the way to the outhouses, but it means we get to meet our neighbours.
Is it beer o'clock yet?
Swim. Bake in the sun. Swim.
There are cockroaches in these woods. What is up with that?
The dudes build a fire.
Have a hamburger.
Have a baked banana. Mmmmm....banana...
Boat of old folks invades our dock. Lady stomps right through our campsite on return from outhouse, causing outraged silence and thoughts of violence.
Jump off the dock - Last one in is a rotten egg!
Jump off the cliff - Overcome your fear - There is no spoon!
Catch another sighting of the beer-drinking beast. He moves real slow.
Swim. Bake in the sun. Swim.
Giggle.
Read a book.
Operation Tan-Bum is in effect.
Was there a rain storm last night? Didn't notice.
Go for a hike in the woods. Be attacked by viscious biting insects.
Swim. Bake in the sun. Swim.
Play Euchre. Eat Trail Mix and Pringles.
Have a six-person communal bathing experience. Be surprised by a floating raft with two little boys on it.
Read a book.
Sit in the hammock.
Jump off the dock - Kung-fu fighting, yoga poses and synchronized cannonballs.
Watch the sunset.
Last night just with the girls. Too much wine and tons of giggles.
It's sad to head home, but at least rock out with 80's pop in the car.