The First Time

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On the weekend of August 8, 2026, I had the pleasure of introducing thirteen children to their first overnight camping experience.  It took place at Quarry Lake near Caledon Village. It was their first time overnight away from home, their first campfire under the stars, their first sunset and sunrise ceremonies. And it was perfect.

It all began when I took out a Dog Park membership at the Canadian Cross-training Club run by former Olympic coach Barrie Shepley. Thanks to the foresight of the James Dick family to share in his vision, Barrie established a successful private beach park on their spring fed Quarry Lake near Caledon Village. The south east side of this area is still a working gravel business, but it only compliments the beauty of the C3 site. Barrie’s wife, the late Caron Shepley, had dedicated a section of the beach as a fenced off dog park and that was the only section of the property that I knew.

My dog, Chase, refers to it as the Dog Beach Spaw, but to me it was a touch of paradise in the middle of Caledon. If you stand on the high point of the dog park outside the beach area and look North West, you could easily be in a Muskoka resort. During the day, the human beach area is filled with families playing, marathon swimmers training, paddle boarders cruising the far shores, and bike and running trails through a forest. In the distance is a clear view of a meadow just begging for a tent and a campfire.

I had worked with Barrie in a previous life, and he was well aware of my background as an outdoor educator. He approached me one morning as we were exercising our Border Collies at the Beach Spaw and he said, “Hey Skid, you know we run a children’s Day Camp here, and a number of the families who can’t afford to send their kids to an overnight residential camp would love to give their children that opportunity. Do you think we could do an overnight camping program here?”

The gauntlet was thrown, picked up with joy, and I spent the next three weeks chain sawing, whipper snipping, and clearing debris to help his landscaping staff create a campsite clearing and a forest dining hall. Canadian Tire in Bolton gave us financial assistance in purchasing the tents, sleeping bags and sleeping pads necessary for the overnight. During that time Barrie had put out the call to his members and day camp crew  with an invitation to be part of a first ever away from home Inaugural C3 Quarry Lake Overnight Camping Program.

During the program preparation process, a friend asked me, “Doesn’t it bother you having the gravel pit operating across the lake?” I simply said, “How did we drive here? on roads built with that gravel. Where do we live? In homes built with cement and stone. Where do  you think it comes from? This Quarry Lake site is a testament to the wise use of resources and the foresight to create a local natural treasure. The best of both worlds,” But would it work as an overnight campsite given the closeness of main thoroughfares and big cities to the south?

We made it clear to parents and children that this was a test case, a trial run to see if the site was suitable for overnight camping. We also made it clear that the challenges we gave to the campers like to build their shelters (put up new tents), and cook food (getting a campfire going to roast their S’mores) were up to them to solve. It was my intention to nurture independence, and take them outside their comfort zones by removing the eternal parental helping hand.

Fifteen campers applied. Two left early due to family commitments, but my “Baker’s Dozen” survived the challenges to complete an amazing overnight adventure. The campers had hot, humid summer weather, a tough time setting up the tents, sudden microbursts of rain, strong winds, and wet tents and gear. But they persevered, dried out, trimmed the tents, and ended up with a secure campsite.

At one point, one of the tent groups sat down in frustration, looked at their floppy tent, and asked me, “Where are we going to sleep tonight?” I pointed to their tent and said , “There. Three times the other tent groups offered you help. Do you want their help, or do you want to sleep in that tent?” They finally asked for help and the campers worked together to fix the tent. No adults involved. Mission accomplished.

These children got to experience their first overnight away from home, watched the sunset as a community, lit their first campfire, listened to ancient stories, stargazed, went for a late night swim, and slept, safe and warm, in the shelters they had created. In the morning they awakened before dawn, came to the campfire circle at the point by the lake and experienced the most brilliant sunrise I have ever seen.

After morning breakfast, the team cleaned up, packed out their gear, and got in a little more beach time. Family arrived at noon to pick them up. The feedback from parents and the campers was overwhelmingly positive and humbling. We set out to enrich young lives with a meaningful first time overnight camping experience. And we did it right here in Caledon.

Special thanks to our wonderful overnight female staff and lifeguard Louise, and our intrepid reporter Kathryn for their commitment to the project. And for Barrie and Caron, your dream will never end. The way I see it.

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Go to the C3 online site for photos and aerial videos.

The Cure for Madness

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Dear Reader,

Apologies for the lengthy absence, but I was pursuing a quest for behaviours that would help us be human in this age of madness. I discovered one yesterday that we should consider putting at the top of our list. Using humour to defuse madness.

CURT 500 lb. Capacity 50 in. x 30 in. Aluminum Hitch Cargo Carrier for 2 in. Receiver 18112 - The Home DepotThe learning moment took place in the Fortino’s parking lot, Bolton, ON after an early morning shopping this August. As I was about to load groceries into my car, a truck pulled in beside me with a unique loading tray plugged into its hitch. I had been looking for something to help me carry  landscaping equipment.

I courteously complimented the driver on this ingenious rig, and he proceeded to share a full explanation of where I could find one at the local Princess Auto or online. He then began to sidetrack into an anti-police rant about being stopped constantly because the loaded tray covered his back licence plate. He said he tried to move his front licence plate to a temporary location on his back hatch, but then got hassled by the police because it’s the law to have a front plate in Ontario, but not Quebec. He was getting worked up. I couldn’t tell if he was angry at the police or Quebec.

Just at that point a driver sped through the parking lot and we joined in expressing common concern for discourteous drivers. He explained that this bad behaviour was caused by people who had no respect for the law, no common sense. I then made a comment that changed the course of our social intercourse. I said, “And that kind of behaviour has been legitimized by the totally disrespectful and discourteous behaviour of supposed leaders in society – like that one south of our border.”

My new acquaintance went cold. “Who do you mean?” he asked, “Not President Trump.” I should have picked up on his defensive tone then, but I was lulled by our trailer hitch moment. “Of course Mr. Trump,” I responded. “He’s a felon, a cheat, and a liar, and has made American Republican leadership the joke of the world.”

My companion’s face flushed vivid red. He shouted at me, “President Trump is the GREATEST President that has ever lived!” He then proceeded to deliver a lecture on the Great Man’s accomplishments, his depth of knowledge on all things – the economy, the military, history, science, and religion. “And I have scientific proof that President Trump is the smartest man in the world!”

I started to smile broadly. “Wow! Well we must be reading different scientific journals,” I chuckled, thinking he was joking. “This is fabulous! You could be doing open mike comedy nights and make a fortune. People need to have a good laugh in these days of MAGA Madness. There’s nothing like good old Canadian satire.” I smiled at him. He did not smile back, holding tight to his comedic serious face.

I thought I was enriching his comedy routine when I added, “Wait, wait. You could really get the audience going if you told them you got all your political views and scientific facts from Rebel News and the Toronto Sun, and Fox & Friends! You’ll have standing room only!”

“This is not funny!” he shouted. “This is serious!” I thought he was still in comedy mode. I looked at him and burst out laughing, “You’re darn right it’s serious! Just imagine what this malignant, moronic narcissist could do if he were really a king.”

My short-lived companion in conversation stopped completely, his face hardening. I suddenly realized he was being serious. I realized my language had both challenged his synaptic connections and alternative truth belief system. I had encountered a true Maple MAGA.

“President Trump is a GREAT, WISE LEADER. Not like those stupid Liberal socialists who have ruined our country!” He continued with a rant worthy of Sean Hannity, condemning the policies of every Liberal leader from Pearson to Carney, closing with a few obscene jabs at people who had gone to university for higher education. He felt that well-educated liberal thinkers all acted “holier than thou” as if they were better than everyone else. Then he closed with a quote from the Bible, as if that would prove the divine omnipotence of his beliefs.

I couldn’t resist. “Wait,” I asked, “is that a quote from the Bible that Trump has never read, you know, the one he wouldn’t place his hand on during his 2025 inauguration? Or is it from the official gold embossed Trump Bible he had printed recently in China?”

“Go fuck yourself!” my trailer man shouted.

I responded politely. “Well, I’d suggest you do the same, but you probably wouldn’t find it very satisfying.” He puzzled over that, as I, still smiling calmly, drove away. I chuckled as I saw him give me the Proctologist’s Salute through my side view mirror. He’d finally got the joke.

The cure for madness is laughter. Maintaining one’s sense of humour and calm in the face of blind faith and fanatical zeal is a wonderful antidote. The way I see it.

Skid Crease, Caledon

 

 

 

 

 

Being Human In An Age of Madness

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A respected friend and mentor recently exchanged some thoughts with me on the state of the world, globally and locally, in which we now find ourselves. He used the analogy of Sophie’s Choice, a novel in which a woman in a concentration camp is presented with an impossible choice: which of her two children will she hand over to the guards for immediate death?

She has to choose if her son or her daughter will live; who will live and who will be sent to the gas chambers. If she fails to choose, both will be killed immediately. Imagine being faced with such a horrifying and impossible choice. I preferred William Styron’s novel, but Meryl Streep’s performance in the movie version won her an Academy Award. Movie critic Roger Ebert commented that the film version captured the angst of all of us who flounder “in the bewilderment of being human in an age of madness.”

Our current global drama certainly qualifies as an Age of Madness. From the Sudan to the Middle East to North and South America we see war, genocide, and the rise of totalitarianism. Our communications are confused by manipulated and misleading information, by technologically advanced AI generated reality, and by the economic disparity that sees the 0.1% of the filthy rich leaving the rest of us wondering WTF!?

On the other side of the sword’s edge is being human. Those random acts of kindness, establishing meaningful relationships with at least one other person, exuding a genuine sense that you care for other people of good will. Unabashed curiosity, questioning the bullshizzle, and engaging in intelligent reflection on root causes. These are the things that make us human. But the icing on the cake is integrity.

Integrity makes us act on our beliefs. If a person abuses his partner, we protect. If a corporation abuses the health of the planet, we protect. If a politician lies and steals, we protest and vote them out of office. If voting doesn’t change the rulers, we revolt. And when we revolt, heads of office fall. If we are silent, we have failed.

We, who care, do not intend to be silent. The way I see it.

Econexus: May 12, 2026

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We should all be aware by now, that a healthy environment is found at the nexus of ecological and economic systems.  The Greek word “ecos” meaning “home” is the root of both ecology and economy, and the “nexus” is the point where they come into balance.

Imagine a teeter-totter in perfect balance, both kids suspended peacefully in the air. on one side sits Ecology, the child who understands how all the natural systems of Earth web and flow; on the other side is Economy, the child who understands how all the resources of those systems are utilized. Working cooperatively and in consensus, the teeter-totter remains beautifully balanced.

However, should the Economy child start to gobble up the resources of the Ecology child too quickly and get obese on its richness, he will crash to the ground. On the other side, the Ecology child will get thrown off. She will be injured and angry. It will take a long time for the children to recover the balance point.

Almost every one of the Ontario Provincial government’s recent bills have been fattening up the Economy. This has been happening in municipal governments as well. We are not Protecting Ontario from the teeter-totter collapsing if we exempt “economic zones” from environmental oversight. We are not protecting the balance point if our Municipal governments pass special By-laws to allow the destruction of rehabilitated greenspaces.

There will be a reckoning. It will come in the form of a forensic audit that will expose all the waste, graft and greed of private contracts and developer influence that has infected the politics of our communities. Some may try to take the money and run. But when the teeter-totter hits the ground, there will be a lot of people looking for accountability and justice.

Keep an eye on Ontario’s upcoming municipal elections as a bellwether. If you see skunks changing their stripes, or rats leaving the ship, you’ll know something is coming. Politicians who introduced legislation detrimental to environmental security who now start waving their ‘green flags” should be the first to go. Politicians who restricted the voices of democracy who now start touting public participation should be next in the exit strategy.

From the Ring of Fire to Swan Lake, from Ontario Place spa makeovers to Billy Bishop Airport private jet runways, from deteriorating Ontario Science Centre myths to stalled Caledon East housing construction projects, from a still unapproved 413 highway to a still unplanned tunnel under the 401, from secret ministerial cell phone records to unaccountable municipal payouts to Strong Mayor staff, the list goes on.

On May 12, 2026, the Auditor General of Ontario is issuing four special reports.   Karma has a long list. Patience is a virtue, and the nexus will come. The way I see it.

The Flower Moon

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Full Moon in May 2026: Why the Flower Moon Is a Time for Truth | GlamourThe 5:00 a.m. walk with my Border Collie usually requires a lighted collar, but this morning needed no artificial illumination. The May full Flower Moon was just setting in the western sky like a perfect tiny cosmic spotlight casting moon shadows over the fields. This first week of May under a full moon also ushers in the Gaelic festival of Bealtaine, or Beltane as the English call it.

While Oestara and the Vernal Equinox mark the end of winter and the return of longer days in the sun, Bealtaine celebrates the beginning of summer and the fertility of the growing season. What makes this day special is that the full moon cycle and the cross-quarter days of the Celtic sun cycle coincide. As with many nature based cultures, the Celtic sun cycle marks four main quarter celebrations on the Solstice and Equinox days, and then four cross-quarter celebrations at the mid-points between each solstice and equinox.

Confused? Here’s a simple recent example: The Vernal Equinox, Oestara, just passed on March 20.  That’s a quarter holyday. It was followed by Bealtaine on May 1. That’s a cross-quarter holyday followed by Midsommer,  which is the next quarter holyday. Bealtaine is the mid-point between the Vernal Equinox and the Summer Solstice. In total, that adds up to eight celebrations roughly six weeks apart to break up the drudgery of our regular yearly schedules. And some of these celebrations can last for a week!

When you combine the Nordic with the Celtic nature based cultures, you have the origins for almost all the holydays conscripted by the Judeo-Christian invasion. When you take it back to basics, it all comes down to the sun, the moon, and the human storytellers trying to make sense of a mysterious and wondrous universe. No matter how we tell our stories, a walk under the light of the full Flower Moon is a sacred experience. The way I see it.

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*image from Glamour