The Shovel, Days 3 and 4

The destination for day 3 of our trip was Quetico Provincial Park in Northwestern Ontario. It is quite a long drive from Agawa Bay Campground in Lake Superior Provincial Park but the breathtaking views are worth every minute.

We drove for about sixteen kilometres before we pulled over and made a stop at Sand River Falls. Sand River Falls is called Pinguisibi in Ojibway, where Pingui means fine white sand, and sibi means river.Sand River Sand River Falls

I also met this guy in the parking lot:Bailey Biker Dawg
After passing through Thunder Bay, Ontario we entered Central Time Zone, and gained an hour. Just after Thunder Bay, and before Quetico Provincial Park are the signs for the Arctic and Atlantic Watershed. Note the added comment in the first sign. After sending this picture to our young man, he quickly asked if I was a member of the “Flat Earth Society?”Artic Watershed streams flow north Atlantic Watershed streams flow southOnce we arrived at Quetico Provincial Park, we booked a site at Dawson Trail Campground (site #16) which backed onto French Lake.Quetico Provincial Park Campsite #16 Dawson Trail Quetico Sunset Quetico Provincial Park, Ontario Canada

I mistakenly said Quetico Provincial Park is in the Lake of the Woods area, it is not.

The next day I was hit with one massive migraine. Matt (the husband) gave me my medicine for the migraine and I promptly went to sleep. During my sleep, there was a torrential downpour, so bad that Matt was digging trenches around our tent, which thankfully had the extra protection of a tarp. After the storm, and feeling much better, we decided to go on a drive in search of ice, and other supplies we had forgotten for the trip.

Exciting the park we weren’t sure whether to go right or left on Highway 11. As it turned out we should have gone left, but we turned right, travelling for about 40 km at 100 km/h when Matt realized the shovel was on our roof, and not secured. He immediately pulled the car off the highway. Getting out of the car, neither of us could believe that the shovel had not moved an inch, boy were we relieved! Goodness knows what could have happened if the shovel had flown off.The shovelI’m sure a few of you are wondering why we would even bring a shovel on our trip? Well in Ontario, there are numerous parks referred to as non-operating, you may camp there, but you have to realize there are no facilities, thus you dig a hole for your business, then bury it. We also considered camping on Crown Land if we were unable to make our destination.

We stayed two nights in Quetico to give Matt a rest from driving before heading off to Manitoba.

Ontario to Whitehorse, Day 2 Ontario

Our day two drive took us to Agawa Bay Campground (site #323) in Lake Superior Provincial Park. The drive through Lake Superior Provincial Park is up and down mountains, around curves, giving you pretty spectacular views of Lake Superior.

We drove this route in 2006, when we took our kids, at that time aged 12, 14, and 17 to White Lake Provincial ParkWhite Lake Provincial Park 2006After driving for a few hours, we remembered that we had forgotten our two cans of Bear Spray on the kitchen table, off to an outfitters to purchase another couple of cans. We would be camping in areas where there are bears, so we always carry bear spray with us. Thankfully we have never had to use the spray, even when we have camped where a problem bear was in the area. Why are there problem bears? People do not keep their site clean. Always lock your food in your car, or if in the back country, hang it high in a tree. A picture of dad for middle child

For lunch we stopped at Serpent River.Matt at Serpent River Ontario Lunch Serpent RiverSerpent River 4

Our campsite at Agawa Bay was only a few steps from Lake Superior. After setting up camp, eating dinner, we walked over to the beach to watch the sun go down. The sunset though, was unbelievably long! As we waited, we chatted with other campers. Of course my husband had to bring up the topic of the Green Flash Sunset Phenomenon. One of the women we were talking with, burst out in laughter (along with me), stating her husband has been waiting for years to see the “green flash!” We did not believe the “green flash” was a real thing, but the link above says it is real. Go figure. Apologies to my husband, for not believing that he has told the truth for the past thirty odd years. Geez. (In truth, I sent him a text saying “fuck me, you’re right, damn, the green flash exists!”. We did not see the green flash that night.

Sunset Agawa Bay 3 Sunset Agawa Bay 5 Sunset Agawa BaySunset Agawa BaySunset Agawa BaySunset Agawa Bay

A flying condom wrapper hit me in the head

Last month hubby and I had the opportunity to go away without kids for two weeks, and we took it!  Granted there were only two of our three children at living home and they are 23 and 21, so having mom and dad out of the house for a couple of weeks really isn’t a big deal.

Not a lot gets done in regards to personal grooming when you are on the road for two weeks, camping most of the time. Showers were had, but trying to shave one’s legs in a campground shower stall is next to impossible, if you want to do it with hot water. Plus there were a number of days where it had rained and rained so the comfort stations were not in their best shape.

Picture of us on Cape Breton Island Nova Scotia
Starting to look haggard

So after two weeks away from home, it was time for hubby and I to pretty ourselves up. I was fine with taking care of myself, hubby was able to trim his beard to perfection, but then came time to deal with the back hair. I know, eww, and he required my assistance.

Some woman may like a hairy man, and certainly I like his hairy chest but when it comes to back hair, no thank you, I do not want to sleep with a grizzly bear. Over the years we have tried different methods of hair removal. There was the waxing episode (insert laughter), it did not go over well, sure enough it removed a lot of hair but he couldn’t handle the pain (and he has the nerve to suggest I wax my nether regions, ha!). Then there was the cream removal treatment, it didn’t really work either, I had to keep slathering it on, then showering it off for him, then slathering it on again, showering, and so on. The final and most successful is plain old shaving with the electric beard trimmer, it’s quick, painless, and does the trick. Voila! He’s been beautified.

Now sex on vacation doesn’t really happen when you are driving, and stopping, and driving all day, then trying to find a place to stay, particularly since this was a spur of the moment trip, and nothing was booked. We were exhausted most nights, then we would be camping, having to cook our dinner, set up the tent, the air mattress, sleeping bags, and hubby’s nightly fight to start a fire with soggy wood (he usually won after soaking everything with camp fuel). Don’t get me wrong, I would not trade the camping for anything, I loved every minute of it, and so did my husband, but we were tired, and even if sex was on our mind, we were tired.

So, when we arrived home, we had to make up for lost time. Now, after years of bad timing you would think middle child would have learned by now, that when you knock on your parent’s bedroom door, you do not just walk in. Apparently the poor girl has not learned, and is once again scarred for life!

After slamming our door shut, she yelled she was going to check the mail. About ten minutes later I sent her a text message asking if we received any mail, she sent me this back:

No
Please
I’m tainted
My brain is overloading
I’m about to throw up
WHY
GET A FUCKING HOTEL ROOM
DISGUSTING HUMANS
I WANT TO DIE

The poor girl. Now a few weeks have gone by, and I must say she has gotten her revenge, not on purpose, but she has. This morning as I was driving the dogs to the dog park with the windows open, I was suddenly hit in the head by some sort of plastic wrapping, which then drops down to the floor. I look down, and what do I see but an open condom wrapper, OMFG – is the thought! I’m distracted by the dogs, until I arrive home, and as I am letting the dogs out of the car, I actually find the used condom in the back of the van. She got me. I’m grossed out. I’m happy she’s playing it safe, but in my van, ewww, Get a fucking hotel room daughter.

Hotel Frontenac
Le Chateau Frontenac, Quebec City