Now I have slept in a wigwam in an idyllic forest setting. No sign of a goose's bridle.
It was the quirkiest camp ground we have stayed in.
As well as camp sites there were a selection of unusual 'cabins'. Ken and Shirley slept in an ambulance.
The host set the fire in the rustic steam room. I collected caribou moss, bark and wood for the fire in a wheel rim. Shirley and Ken cooked a lovely meal on the smokin' Joe camp oven.
All is well.
From our teepee door at 11pm.