In which I go camping and take a much needed break from the city

I am a firm believer in taking breaks from the hustle and bustle of the city. As someone who works downtown and is already following a packed schedule for school, the hustle becomes routine. Sometimes city life becomes too repetitive: the buzz of peoples’ conversations become deafening, the frustrated chorus of honks and road rage from drivers become tiring, and even the scampering of U of T squirrels lose their cute charm and become annoying. Particularly with the latter: when the squirrels start losing their fear of people and boldly walk alongside you as you try to cross through a quad, those squirrels might as well be paying taxes, too.
A foggy view of the beach by Cape Croker Park
A foggy view of the beach by Cape Croker Park
Luckily, I had an opportunity to take a break from Toronto a couple weeks ago when my friends invited me camping for a weekend. Though, there was one tiny issue: I am not the greatest camper, meaning not that I’m bad at setting up tents or starting fires (though the latter is definitely not one of my strong suits), but that it takes a while for me to get used to the idea of “roughing it”.