Rolling forested hills, the odd creek and lake and clear-cut patches are our terrain today. Once in a while the Shield has been blasted away to make way for the road. This leaves basalt cuts, usually grey and carbon, but occasionally cuts through pink granite seams that glisten even through the 4 layers of tint on my pricey Maui Jim's.
The weather worsens and we pull Gin over to have her put on an iridescent vest. She labours and we try to follow as best we can without holding up traffic. At least she has had a dry ride, but as soon as she pulls over, I saddle up in my rain jacket to face a dark curtain on the horizon. Throw in a visibility challenge, the rain and stream of semi traffic and it all adds up to a grunt into Upsalla. Upsalla, named after a Swedish city, harbours still many of Nordic ancestry and we swing into a pleasant campsite on a picturesque lake. We wanted to go further today to cut the long 145km ride into Thunder Bay, where we have several rallies, speeches, book signings and motor home repairs, but given the weather, we hunker down for the night.
