Group Site

So it turns out that a family group had booked that campsite. I was going to pack up and leave, but they didn't let me, strangely enough. I thought that they would, but they actually invited me to stay. It was late though, I don't really know what time, but sure was cold. We had the fire going and was making s'mores, but it was still cold for autumn camping. We ended getting pretty deep in conversation, and we learned a lot about each other. I wasn't quite willing to open myself up, but seeing everyone in the family spilling their life to the stranger was enlightening. I didn't tell them that I dated my sister - that was a little deep (or tried to kill my father), but I did tell them my story about hitchhiking. They were nice enough to not ask me questions about why I left, I think they knew it was a touchy topic.

When we finally went to sleep, I was slightly nervous because I hadn't been in the presence of nice Homo Sapiens for a while. Part of me wondered what their ultimate goal, so I went to sleep with my Swiss Knife in hand. That way, if they were ever in trouble or they were threatening me, I could defend myself with more than just a stick.

The next morning, I woke up, and they were still asleep. I started a fire and started cooking oatmeal for breakfast. Eventually, they woke up, and we had a meal around the fire. They said that they booked the site for 4 more nights and were planning to go hiking on some of the trails before heading home. They invited me to stay with them. I was taken aback by the openness of some people -  truck drivers were willing to transport me from one place to another, but hiking and living with a family of 8 was absolutely mind-blowing and new to me. I was willing to maintain the friendship and closeness with the family, even though my purpose was to go home. Part of me had hoped that if I got to know them well though, that they would take me home with them and drop me off in Toronto. They lived in Mississauga, so distance wise, it's a lot closer than Tobermory. It doesn't take that long to walk from Kipling to Runnymede, so the walk from the outskirts to Downtown Toronto wouldn't be nearly as hefty as the Bruce Trail...

I have a feeling I'm feeling a little too hopeful, but I'm okay with that. I like the feeling of hope.