Is glamping a “thing”?

Once upon a time dear reader, wagon trains crossed our land and the sounds of lowing oxen and the cracking of whips echoed across the vast open plains. When the shouts of the pioneers as they stopped to set up camp and erect their tents for the night broke the silence of the darkness as it quickly spread from horizon to horizon.

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The Beauty of Beaverlac

As I start unwinding from the drive and week, I get a fuzzy, contented feeling and begin to wonder what stories might have been shared around this fire place.

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