Hey FOB’s (friends of bike) - I’m baaaack! Have had some WiFi issues. I entered the Ontario provincial park at the end of day one. The park is big on breath-taking scenery but connectivity is not a priority.
Started the day in Sault Ste. Marie, MI and immediately crossed the Canadian border over the International Bridge to Sault Ste Marie, Ontario. Now you might romanticize this city to be the gateway to the great white north with towering pines and hardscrabble granite. Nope. The Soo, in Canada, is a gritty industrial city with belching smokestacks and a parade of 1,000 foot freighters passing through its locks. I think it may qualify as a S*hole which led me to the conclusion that there must be a long line of immigrants requesting amnesty. But when I passed U.S. customs there were no signs of huddled masses. Not a single anchor baby waited in the holding tank after being ripped from his mother’s arms. The whole scene made me think we need to rethink our new policy permitting entry only to Swedes.
From SSM, Ont. there is a 10 mile climb to Herbert. Gradually the urban landscape gave way to views of Superior and the natural beauty of the Canadian shoreline. 58 miles later I made camp at Pancake Bay, so named for a massive rock in Lake Superior that looks like a giant pancake.
Once you enter the Provincial park services become scarce. I rode a couple of miles back out of the park in hopes of finding dinner. My gourmet meal was turkey sandwich from the cooler, a bag of chips and an ice cold Molson’s. Living large on the trail!
My favorite road sign:
Started the day in Sault Ste. Marie, MI and immediately crossed the Canadian border over the International Bridge to Sault Ste Marie, Ontario. Now you might romanticize this city to be the gateway to the great white north with towering pines and hardscrabble granite. Nope. The Soo, in Canada, is a gritty industrial city with belching smokestacks and a parade of 1,000 foot freighters passing through its locks. I think it may qualify as a S*hole which led me to the conclusion that there must be a long line of immigrants requesting amnesty. But when I passed U.S. customs there were no signs of huddled masses. Not a single anchor baby waited in the holding tank after being ripped from his mother’s arms. The whole scene made me think we need to rethink our new policy permitting entry only to Swedes.
From SSM, Ont. there is a 10 mile climb to Herbert. Gradually the urban landscape gave way to views of Superior and the natural beauty of the Canadian shoreline. 58 miles later I made camp at Pancake Bay, so named for a massive rock in Lake Superior that looks like a giant pancake.
Once you enter the Provincial park services become scarce. I rode a couple of miles back out of the park in hopes of finding dinner. My gourmet meal was turkey sandwich from the cooler, a bag of chips and an ice cold Molson’s. Living large on the trail!
My favorite road sign:
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