Another Northern Ontario Adventure with the Bear (Part I).
On my annual trek to the fishing lodge, I ended up spending the night in Blind River. Here’s the Bear the next morning, on the north shore of Lake Huron.
Later that day, we were at the Soo locks. This was July 1st, on Canada Day.
If you look closely at the bridge, you can see the bumper-t0-bumper traffic, from everyone wanting to cross the border to the Michigan side.
(If you ask me….what a crappy way to spend a holiday!) I was so glad to be heading the other way!
We followed the Trans-Canada Highway on the way to Wawa, and stopped at Katherine’s Cove in Lake Superior Provincial Park.
It’s rare to see the lake this calm. The water looked quite inviting, but I only managed to dunk my head for about 5 seconds.
After all, it’s still early in the season and Superior is still @#%*&ing COLD!!!
I love how pristine and clear the water is, though. It makes you want to just gulp it down and drink it. (Giardia risk be damned!)
What a difference up of how clean everything is up here, compared to fecal Lake Ontario down south.
We arrived in Wawa around supper time, in time for their “big” Canada Day Celebration.
The street was blocked off and at least 50 people were drinking by the beer tent! (Woo Hoo!!)
I always find it bittersweet visiting Wawa, though, because it’s a town that’s slowly dying.
At its peak, there were 7700 people living here. But the mine shut down a few years ago, and so did the board mill.
There just aren’t any jobs, and people are leaving. Businesses are failing.
You see signs of it everywhere, and it gets worse every year.
It reminds me of Bruce Springstein’s lyrics from My Home Town.
“Foreman says these jobs are going boys and they ain’t coming back”.
It’s a shame, because it’s a nice little town.
The motel manager and the waitress chatted with me, and remembered me from last year. I’ve apparently become accepted as a “regular”
I mean, any town that has a Viking Restaurant (compleat with a Battle Axe and Helmet sign) can’t be all that bad!
(Next time I’ll have to eat there!)
But I decided to forego the Beer Tent, and visit the Sandy Beach at Michipicoten, on the northeastern shore of the lake.
It was sunset….9:40 PM this time of year. I just sat there, and let Superior talk to me. Like an old friend visiting. I had the place almost to myself.
This photo is facing towards Michigan, which is over the horizon about 100 miles to the south.
That still boggles my mind: the other side is 100 miles to the south. And that’s not even the biggest part of the lake
(Damn! This is one BIG body of water!)
I’ve written about this before: there’s something incredibly calming and soothing about being in Superior’s presence. It’s almost a spiritual experience.
I don’t know what it is. The vastness…the unspoiledness….whatever it is, it just gets to you, and makes you keep wanting to come back.
(But those are enough “Deep Thoughts” for now…)
The next morning was the bush-plane flight from Wawa Lake to the fishing lodge.
But that will be for PART II.