Extending my geographical limits
My exploits as an explorer are very limited. Crossed the border, two or three times. Never left the continent. Even within our sovereign limits, I have done little to further mankind’s knowledge of geography.
I went north, to Schefferville: 54.82N
I went south, to Cape Sable: 42.46N
I went east, to Cape Spear: 53.33W
And today, in a push westward, I’ve arrived in Sault-Ste-Marie: 84.33W
Hardly the continent. However, my intentions are good, and by the endo of the minth I hope to see the Pacific Ocean, which will mean that I have finally crossed the nation and visited ten provinces. Hang in there.
My impressions of northern(er) Ontario? Rocks. Lots of rocks. As soon as we reached the southern limits of Muskoka, the roads got walls. Dynamite is a valuable commodity, when you want to build on the Canadian Shield. Scenery-wise, nothing “dynamite” yet, but as I live in a province that outlawed billboards, I’m amazed at the array before me. As far as the eye can see (along the highway). We also had train tracks, but no trains, yet. Maybe tomorrow. I also read that there are many lake freighters, downtown. If we weren’t already parked and tethered…
The campground warns about bears. I’d like to see some, just for the experience, but I’ll abstain from baiting. No reason to hang around the garbage dump station.
On the road, fine dining isn’t a priority. Today’s highlight was a large, cold milkshake at a DQ in Sudbury. Almost under the shadow of their super-chimney. We skipped going for a photo op beneath the giant nickel; that’s the reason for Photoshop, right?
