In July of 1999, Lynda and I ventured forth for our summer vacation: a week of camping, first in the northern part of the Bruce Peninsula, then across and around to Killarney Provincial Park. “Gone for swim, Bear was here” is a scan of the actual note, hastily sketched in charcoal, that Lynda left for me on a lawn chair at the Killarney campsite. Presumably so I wouldn't worry. Didn't work.