Let Us Out Of Ontario!

August 11th Day 26 Wawa, ON - Kenora, ON

Hours on the Road: 13 hours

This morning Aaron had a swim in the lake at our site. All day long he was pretty upset I didn't grab the camera to capture "the beauty of the lake". He says it's the lake he wanted to get, but I think he just wanted me to take photos of him in all his Baywatch glory. I'm sure some of you guys are pretty disappointed that I didn't take a few pictures of him too. Gordie.

We went through White River, which is where it all started for Winnie the Pooh. Christopher Robin named his teddy Winnie the Pooh after the black bear from White River, who was named Winnie after Winnipeg (Wikipedia!) This made us think of some of those old Canadian Heritage commercials we used to see.

"What should we call him, Christopher?"
"Winnie"
"Why Winnie?"
"I don't know. Just Winnie… the… Pooh."

It was a while ago so I know it didn't go exactly like that but it's close. Remember those commercials?! The Halifax explosion with the guy sending out the Morse code! The female teacher who went into a boardroom full of men and they laughed at her! Ka-na-ta!


Lunch was made possible by the Campbell family. Thank you for your chunky beef and vegetable. Hopefully you are not the same Campbells that massacred the Macdonalds in Scotland back in 1692. We stopped at the Terry Fox memorial at Thunder Bay to eat. The memorial statue was closely located outside the town where Terry had to stop his run.



Rain, shortly followed by lovely sunshine.

It was another late end of the day for us. We didn't make it into Manitoba and had to pull into another Wal-Mart. At 11pm (12am for us because of the time change) and after a tough drive, Aaron went straight to bed while I made dinner. Measuring out pasta with an empty stomach is a dangerous thing. Aaron said at one point he looked over at my plate of noodles and it was enough for two people plus leftovers. I was full 2/5 of the way through, but since we didn't have any tupperware and to avoid a messy clean up, I took a deep breath and tried to finish the entire pot. This reminded me of the time my friend, Kim Ho, ate thirty-one hot wings. It was extremely painful to watch. With 2/5 of the way to go I cried, "NO MORE!" I had failed. But what about all this leftover pasta? Oh yeah… we have zip lock bags.