This was an over night stop, the last camping in Canada for us, and what was amazing about this stop was the people we met.
We happened upon a group of retired folks from Montreal who were folk music lovers and were meeting for a long weekend to play music together. As we were setting up camp, several of them came over to meet us. In hindsight, I think they thought we were part of their group, but when they realized we were not, and we were only staying the night, they did not care, they just pulled us into their fold.
After we were set up, several came by to tell us they were getting together for a practice session to play some folk music with fiddle and guitars and would we like to join them. We did and we had the most memorable evening. We are out in the middle of no-where, a sky full of stars and a near full moon. The air was crisp and about a dozen of us gathered around the players to hear great music. The owner of the campground had donated wood for a campfire, and the folks whose campsite we were all at, passed around cheese and crackers.
The warmth and friendship we felt with these folks were amazing considering we had only know each other for a few hours. It was so cozy under the stars, hearing geese from the nearby lake competing with our music under thousands of stars.
The night ended too soon. As we were preparing to leave, many of the folks stopped by to wish us well, and we drove away, several were waving good-bye to us. TG
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