camper life is over, for now

A month in the camper is tough, a month in the camper while wondering around Whitehorse is really tough. I would go to work on my bike early in the morning and Isabelle was busy with the kids and their many projects. After work, we would decide what to do and where to go. It sounds easy enough, doesn`t it? Now we have a housitting gig for five weeks and I really appreciate things like, running water, a fridge that works, some space to move freely without stepping on some shoes or a bag of stuff. The poor camper is in rough shape so now we can regroup and fix things up before autumn when we`ll be homeless again. I was given access to a nice little fishing boat for the rest of the season so I`ll try to get that trophy fish photo I always wanted.