With the girls gone ahead, I'm adding a extra day before The Sault.
Looking back to The Twilight Resort and The Montreal River.
Whitefish Bay, Ontario, CANADA
The
legend lives on from the Chippewa on down
of
the big lake they called "Gitche Gumee."
The
lake, it is said, never gives up her dead
when
the skies of November turn gloomy.
With
a load of iron ore twenty-six thousand tons more
than
the Edmund Fitzgerald weighed empty,
that
good ship and true was a bone to be chewed
when
the "Gales of November" came early.
Lake
Huron rolls, Superior sings
in
the rooms of her ice-water mansion.
Old
Michigan steams like a young man's dreams;
the
islands and bays are for sportsmen.
And
farther below Lake Ontario
takes
in what Lake Erie can send her,
And
the iron boats go as the mariners all know
with
the Gales of November remembered.
RUN BESIDE A FOREST,
RUN
Riding the good ride.
Not sorry that I missed the party.
Here is where Hyla, Kristen, Ryan, Christa and the Tour du Canada gang spent the night.
Out of the Provincial Park and back to.....
Where's the go-cart track?
In striking distance of SSM for tomorrow, I'm going to start looking for a place to spend the night.
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