Chapter 15

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When we got to Canada I looked at the woods, expecting to see lots and lots of Maple trees. (don't judge me)  There were a couple but it was a huge variety of trees. Quinn was looking outside the window in my arms. “Look it Quinny Butt! See those brown things? Those are trees! Can you say tree?” I said in my baby voice.

I thought: Why does Canada have all those security protocols?

The kind-of-dumb-me answered: Because they want to protect their Maple Syrup!

When Andi said she saw the old Indian camp I instantly grabbed Quinn and my bag (my bag had bug spray, my phone, flashlights, sandwiches, diapers, wipes, and a bottle of water)

When Andi convinced me to go, i looked at the cabin thing. It was a longhouse. Maybe, just maybe, we could live in it.




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