Water, water, water. There is water everywhere in Canada. It is not known whether this is a land with a large number of lakes or the other way around. In Poland there is a region named the land of a thousand lakes (Masuria), Canada should be named the land of a million lakes. It is beautiful. We definitely prefer local roads, but in this part of Ontario there is not that possibility. Therefor our top speed of 75 km\h, due only to a very strict fuel consumption plan, is close to the lower limit. Too much water around. But what accommodations we get!
On the other side of this lake, in the evening, we saw a black bear as it walked on a hill. In the morning some people decided to make camp there. Opened the tent, pulled out picnic baskets, turned on the music, completely unaware that, just in the other side of the bushes about 50 meters from them, was the black bear we had seen the day before. And the dilemma aroused. Warn them or warn the bear (as they might be hunters). We watched the situation from the comfort of our position, preparing for the next step of our trip. The bear, wisely, moved away in the opposite direction (I think because of the poor music choice)!
In the village of Sault St. Marie, we visited the canal connecting Lake Superior with Lake Huron (which connects to Lake Erie that in turn connects to Lake Ontario witch is connected to St. Lawrence River, flowing into the Atlantic Ocean). As we said before, water, water, water everywhere!
The Lake Superior is enormous. It is the largest freshwater lake and the second largest lake in the world (after the Caspian Sea). We were driving along a beautiful road that took us along its shore. We traveled a few days and it was still beautiful. We managed to find places to overnight on the shoreline. There were no crowds. Temperature of water makes sure there are any. The Baltic Sea comparing with Lake Superior, is a hot spring :). Sergio, of course, soaked his feet, and even his knees, in a freezing 4°C water. Marzena preferred to wash away the hardships of traveling with wet tissues!
We were heading towards Pukaskwa National Park, where we wanted to camp in the mountains, deep into bear country. The route is only 9 km long. Unfortunately, they did not mention how many hours it would take to do this specific 9 Km! Maybe on purpose J. After a short preparation, we left the car in the parking lot and started walking. The goal was a suspension bridge.
After returning from the expedition, martyred, dirty, thirsty for bathing (Sergio thirst was more beer related), we went again on foot to the campsite. Marzena, already in the bathroom trying to wash her hands, realized that something was wrong. Sergio went straight to the shower. He undressed, sorted his clothes, prepared all needed soaps, went into the shower … and not even a drop of water. It turned out that there was a power failure and nothing worked. We waited an hour and seemed that would take a while to be sorted out. So we hit the road, extremely tired and even more dirty. Due to a small malfunction in our own shower facilities, we were able to get a hot bath only in Thunder Bay, 2 days later. At this campground the camping facilities were long past their glory times, showers were, at the very least, very used! Marzena was afraid to walk the floor even wearing her flip flops! But the water was warm and washed all the hardships. We have never enjoyed bathing so much. The unique feeling of being clean was amazing. And the next day a new country was waiting for us. We would be entering the United States for the very first time.