Overall it was a good trip, however, and my cousin claimed she gained a lot from the trip. But not as much as I did. This all came clear to me the moment Jan spotted a chipmunk. The camp critter wandered into camp between morning coffee and flapjacks, and caused some great excitement in Jan's life. I've seriously never witnessed someone get so enthused over a chipmunk wandering into camp. Apparently Scotland doesn't have chipmunks; they have men wearing dresses and the true spelling of "whisky" — but no chipmunks.
Taking someone from another country, a place that has a wee bit less wild landscape than us, was such a healthy change for me. Jan's awe of it all acted as an effective reminder of how lucky we are to live here in Canada. All week she has sent me notes of thanks for taking her canoeing, but it's me who should be thanking her.