Cross Continent and Back, Full Circle: Up the North Shore..................

Off we went, once our lights were operative, up Hwy 61, the scenic north shore of Lake Superior. Lake Superior is the largest lake in the world. The WORLD! There are so many superlatives about it.....the amount of water in it, the diversity of wildlife, the fall colors already brilliant. Every corner we drove around would bring another WOW!

Up and beyond Thunder Bay, Ontario.

As exciting as it was to see the “Danger Moose Crossing” signs, we never did see a moose! Night or day.

Just as well.

When I was in Alaska, I learned from a subsistence hunter named Jack: “When you know you’re going to hit a moose, DUCK!” For those who are moose ignorant, moose are so tall, with such long legs, and such mammoth bodies, that if you hit one, well, the body comes through your windshield after you break its legs. Sorry, but it’s true. And you die.

It has been a metaphor for life for me since.......think about it...”when you know that you’re going to hit a moose, (or any other life disaster), duck”. Get out of the way. Prepare. Let go. Let it go over you.

Enough philosophy. Over one sign. Sheeeeeeshhhhhh..............

We camped for the night in the municipal campground in a little town called Red Rock, Ontario. On the shore of Nipigon Bay. Met Wayne and Barbara, natives of the little town, who told me nearly the whole history of the town, the Catholic church, the closing of the mill that everyone thought would run forever, their trip to Italy coming up in four days...everything! A story way better than any guide books could have provided.