Stopped off 2 nights with son and family before finishing the drive home. The beer is cold, the grandkids are unruly, and the tripping memories are still fresh. Perfect.
I have a trip report to work on. Looked over our photos. We spent too many times over the the past week just "being in the moment" with camera in lap, instead of recording the moment with camera in hand. We spent the entire 10 hour drive from Geraldton to N Bay smiling, watching the distance thunder storms play across the sky, and mumbling "wow". Every few miles we'd look at each other and whisper "wow". Wow what a trip.
Stopped off in Hearst for new cam lock straps for the canoe. Muuuch better than the ratchet straps I had. While there had a hungry trucker's breakfast at the truck stop. Just as I was getting up from the table, they brought out freshly baked pies for the display cabinet. Darn. I shoulda saved room for pie.
Another stop in Temagami because M was having withdrawal symptoms…she has these cravings for french fries after a trip. What do others crave after a trip? The little chip stand on the left hand as you're coming down the hill heading south is good. I know, cause a young mother with hubby and kids in tow stood waiting for their order said to me "Best chips in town! The poutine is the best too!!" I considered myself schooled, so I ordered the poutine. Oh, btw, when they ask "curds or shredded?' never go for the shredded cheese. Ya gotta do it up right with cheese curds. Weird thing is, when we walked across the road to the LCBO (liquor store) for some craft beer and white wine for our evening later on, we were lost in reverie in the air conditioned aisle…when M and I both snapped out of it I was holding a case of Bud Lite and she had a bottle of Bailey's in her arms?? When M and I both finally resumed our slow ride south we agreed, we may never be the same again after this trip. These changes are something we embrace and welcome. Thank you to memaquay for spoiling us, getting us through this trip in one piece, and opening up country we'd never have seen otherwise. Thank you to Mrs memaquay for her gorgeous vivacity and raucous laughter…and unending generosity, like her husband. Imagine if you will, after a final rugged punishing portage, followed by a hot blistering paddle down the last stretch of river, followed by a long gravel road finally ending in their drive way…to be greeted by a vision of French Canadienne joie de vivre strolling down the drive with an arm load of ice cold beers!! "Welome back gang!!" she said. We felt welcome indeed.
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I went out today with son and grandkids to wet our lines and while- away a few happy hours. I lost my lucky lure under the Hwy 11 bridge in Marten River today. dang!