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Day 50: Move over Big Dawg Superior,We Want Lake Huron

Refreshed by a bug free sleep and fresh winds, we depart one of our favourite campgrounds so far, where a cloudless blue sky and another friendly Nor'Wester await to carry us to the "Soo". At Sault Ste.

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Refreshed by a bug free sleep and fresh winds, we depart one of our favourite campgrounds so far, where a cloudless blue sky and another friendly Nor'Wester await to carry us to the "Soo". At Sault Ste. Marie, Lake Superior ends and runs into huge Lake Huron. The traffic is intense and the shoulders sketchy. We passed a guy walking across Canada pushing a wheelbarrow on the other side of the road. Earlier we saw 4 people peddling what looked to be a square cart with a frilly cloth top across the country. How the semi's dealt with their width is in God's hands.

Not to be too hard on Ontario, but it's a fact that only a tiny fraction of the cars and trucks honk anymore, let alone pull over waving cash donations. If Ontario is the centre of the universe as we in the West are told, do they not have the same challenges with mental illnesses? Where are their souls, their hearts, has no one been affected? We simply don't get it. Can someone help here?

Moving along, we reach the KOA Campground just east of the city. Our hosts, Bill and Joan Richards have "comped" our 2 night stay here and what a spot. Heated pool, movie theatre, wood and ice delivery right to your campsite, pool table etc. have won this KOA many an award. Gin presents Joan with her book which is appreciated. The dawgs head out for mini golf and us old folks meander down to the pool for a dip and soak in the last rays of the western sun. "Yea, mon, the good life," as my good friend Charlie Paterson would say.