Rolled out of bed this morning to lots of empty cabins and a couple of more loading up to head out soon. Not many people around except for our cabin and Mark, who stopped over talk for a bit a bid us farewell. Our boat had been pulled from the water, so that option was gone as well. So, what did we do? Mostly packed up as much stuff as possible and eventually headed South down Hwy 6 back in to Manitoulin Island, which is where our dinner cruise will launch from. Frankly, the boys and I were kind of wishing that we would have started for home today but that's not how it all worked out.
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| "Brecky" is driving so I had a chance to take a few pics of the drive out the window on the way. No need to take too many pics as nearly everything looked pretty much similar to these first two, or there were large swaths of looked like pastures to this Iowa boy, but were way too low lying with all of the water around. |
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| A pic taken from the balcony of Dockside Social, a small waterfront restaurant ran by a Ukranian refugee who made some pretty good food and cocktails! I've got a shot from the boat of the joint at the end of this post... I think. |
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| That's where we'll be headed! |
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| Walking the boardwalk as we wait for cruise. We were there a few hours early since nothing was happening at camp. |
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| Caleb & Breckan. |
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| Hard to see, but there's no real garbage collection here, so the restaurant loads their daily waste into the back of a pickup and haul it out of there every night. The seagulls LOVED IT!! |
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| Caleb's first boat... LOL |
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| Caleb in the one seater! We met the guy that sells these and also sells various motorcycles and such out of garage that's nearly visible on the left side of this pic. It's an $8,000 machine and I forget the details about how fast it goes and all of the other stuff, but if I recall correctly, it's suitable for highways, but not interstate speeds. I would hate to be in an accident with one of these things... |
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| We're on the cruise! Don't know what this building relic/ruin is from, but it looked like an old church. |
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| My guitfiddle buddy, JP. I met him during their break and we talked gear and such. Good dude and a very fun conversation. Much to my surprise, and without talking about it, they played on of my favorite CCR songs during their second set, Cotton Fields. As we were disembarking the boat, I saw him and said, "Dude! CCR's Cotton Fields??? That's my fav of theirs!". He laughed and replied, "You're the only person who's ever acknowledged that song!". Not much of a surprise... |
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| I was going to type, trouble brewing, but it had been brewed and steeped well by this point. |
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| The setting sun was beautiful! |
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| The final hurrah for this merry band of pirates! |
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| There's the patio that we spent a couple of hours on! Cool place, kind of sad story of the Ukraine refugee who ran it. He can never return home to see his family as he's marked with death as soon as he returns. |
Welp. That does it for Canada. We smell like a bunch of baboons currently and we hit the road at 7am tomorrow morning for a 14 hour drive home! C-ya!!!
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