So yesterday it was Dryden then Kenora then the Manitoba border, but not before 25 KM of construction with the CB chatter as entertainment. And then the forest teeming with deer, the land getting more and more flat, and then Winnipeg with its city lights and traffic contrasting the calm sunset over fog filled ditches [...]

We’re on the map of Manitoba now, still in Ontario, though, driving through some pretty short pine trees and I’m playing “spot the deciduous tree” while Nick tries to communicate with truckers.

We’d had a bit of bad weather before Marathon, and it was in remittance while we visited the public library, and the Ron’s Donuts that was smoke filled, and when we got on the highway again. At least for a few clicks.

Woke up and dipped my toes in Lake Huron. We’re off to Lake Superior today! A few more clouds stretch lazily across the still blue skies, but it’s a bit chilly and the tent is damp from the dew.

Nick has slept in his hammock, which wasn’t as bug free as he had hoped. I’m contained in my little tent, with all my gear, centring myself.

Late afternoon at Samuel to Champlain provincial park, a few blackflies and mosquitoes to drive Nick bonkers. It’s been a beautiful day, but I realize that, despite the perfectly blue skies, a few clouds have been following me.

Slow start to the day – compare to Matt and Jen, at least, who are gone before our 8:30 awake time. Mandy and her mom drop by to admire our plaque and Mandy’s logo.

Woke up early at BusFusion, Almonte. It’s still wet, but inside the tent is dry. Slow start, however, we start the day with bananas and tea, not much more. Off to the Farmers Market and Public Library, which are just opening at 9 and not opening ’till 10, respectively.

We’ve made it out to Mississippi Mills, to the BusFusion VW Microbus convention. We’ve got the only creatively painted van, and the others intend to use washable paints to take part in the van painting this afternoon.
And so the adventure, that began at rush hour on a rainy Friday the 13th, with a [...]

Woke up at Evans place, got my stuff together and said goodbye to Marisa. She’s the last one of the direct group & suddenly the fact that I’m leaving really hits. So I spend the next bit of time trying to decide whether to bottle it up or not.