Barns and Farms

As we departed Sault Saint Marie on a freshly groomed highway already we had entered into a different kind of country. Brilliant red barns, old brick homesteads, horses grazing in the fields and my first sighting of bison nimberling on the grass shoots that had pushed through the snow.

Small towns with populations less than 1000 offered short breaks and once again friendly people. So many folks have approached us while parked to ask about the motorhome, curious of our travels and interested in the workings of our home on wheels.

As we traveled further south the snow disintergrated and soon rich coloured lichens jumped out from boulders and ever-green trees offered a lush scene that lined the road we drove.

A burden of snow on Arnie

We skirted the edges of Sudbury avoiding heavy traffic then enjoyed the winding road that led us into Killarney Provincial Park. Still on the out-skirts of the park, we passed two Grouse looking as though they were having a conversation in the middle of the road and a hunter dressed in camoflage with a shot gun hanging over his shoulder. We were entering into wild country and felt happy to know that we'll have the chance to explore this wilderness area.

It was a fine evening spent in a cedar wood house, nestled along the edges of Georgian Bay, sharing stories and good food with old friends. We intend to be here for 2 days and already there are plans to spend the day hiking with binnoculars close at hand. After a rather in-active polar bear season and 4 days on the road, Dean and I are looking forward to stretching the legs and expanding the lungs as we try to keep up with Cam.