I make my coffee in a cast iron pan . . .

and I eat the grinds - cowgirl style - hoping this behaviour doesn' t grow hair on the chest.

Granny is still holding her own in the west coast rain forest. No more bear visits lately. Just sweet little robins in various sizes and colours; also seeing squirrels and even a darling little pair of racoons - photos to follow of those little ones.

I finally had my favorite camp breakfast this morning - bacon eggs and cowgirl coffee - even had to make the coffee in the cast iron frypan because I had berry compote in the only other pan I've taken along. I have only a part of my camping gear with me as this trip to the West Coast was impromptu.

The sun has finally graced this green land. It is a mixed bag, 'though, with still too many clouds for my Okanagan loving temperament.

I have many bureacratic things to accomplish today and hope to connect up with my two darling grandchildren who live nearby. Maybe ELP can come to camp with me for the weekend. He's six but his adorable little sister is only two, so I doubt she - still toilet training - will be ready for camping for at least another year.

I have a whole new bag of tricks for rainy camping now - I learned the ones for cold windy camping last fall in the OK Valley. When I get all the tricks of the trade learned I think I'll start a seniors camping network or a service to get the oldies out into the wilderness before they croak. Could be a hoot.

Bye for now - who will read this I have no idea, as a brand new blogger. Over and out - Gypsy Grandmother