‘May Long’ has always been the unofficial start of summer in Canada, even though it’s a month short of real summer. And it typically doesn’t feel like real summer either – it almost always pours rain, and I almost always go camping anyway. So my May Long memories usually involve hovering under a tarp and wondering why the hell I haven’t learned my lesson. And then the next year I do it again.
This winter in Vancouver has been dire, and before that we had a ridiculously rainy autumn. So we’ve earned this summer – and I sure as hell am going to make the most of it.