Upper Sackville, Nova Scotia

NS is supposedly the shiniest jewel in the crown of the Canadian Maritimes.  Just got here, so can’t comment yet on whether I agree.  It certainly looks great on all the brochures and propaganda we got at the visitor’s center.  We’re in another blankety-blank KOA, fully stocked with kiddies, most of whom feel it obligatory to run through our campsite as many times as possible.  Yup: curmudgeons are us. 
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Okay, let’s tell it as it is: we know darn well that KOA’s are full of families.  That’s their target market and they have a lot of things for the kids to do.  And, we’re grateful to find KOA campgrounds near the larger metro areas.  That’s the reality.  But the dream remains: forests, quiet, solitude, can’t even see the rig in the next campsite.  So we bitch and whine cuz the dream and the reality don’t always coincide.  Get over it!  And hope they all go home tomorrow.
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‘What do you want for dinner?’  Our dinners tend to get repetitive, gotta think outside the fridge more often.  When Trish asked the question last night, I thought for a minute and came up with hotdogs roasted over the campfire.  Hard to believe perhaps, that we’d never done campfire dogs before.  No dogs in fridge; let’s see if they have any at the office/store.  Trish strolled up there, bought the last package they had - and buns, too.  I had 2, Trish had 1; 2 + 1 = 3 dog night.  And fine tasting dogs they were!

There’s Upper, Middle and Lower Sackville.  There’s also a decommissioned ship named Sackville parked in Halifax, and another town named Sackville in New Brunswick.  At first I wondered if there was a large factory here that made sacks - gunny, paper, plastic.  Don’t think so.  I googled it, found out there was once a Lord Sackville and that it’s a common British surname.  Was gonna research further but I was tired so I bagged it.  Nyuk, nyuk, nyuk.