Sunday, July 22. Wind. Lots of Wind. We backed Ernie amongst a little grove of white birch and fir trees, but we were still rocking when we awoke. The lake had a few whitecaps, and it was cool enough that long pants and sweatshirts were needed.
We left our Rossport CG for the larger and reserved Whitesands Lake CG a few clicks down the road to hike the Rainbow Falls Trail. Last night's camping paper got us b nb v d,c
in for free. It's a big lake, and the f,d .alls
start directly from the lake, the water tu bmbling down over a sequence of 10 - 30' falls separated by fairly steep chutes in between. The trail was a wooden walkway with a ton of steps separated by short straight sections. There were a few openings on the walkway to walk right up to the river, before we crossed it on a nice bridge. Another hiker told us about an overlook a bit farther, so we climbed up lol mm to it. A nice view, but not overwhelming. We are so jaded.
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On the road, we drove 220 miles down the road, listening to an early Ken Follett audiobook and enjoying lake views and forest views, and very little traffic, which was also nice for all the touring cyclists. We followed a semi for a while and it was heartening how he signaled and moved over for each one. I love Ontario!
Sharon found us a wonderful site for two nights, right across from Lake Superior. Plenty of room for Ernie and our screenroom, hiking trails, and across the road from the beach. And we're here for two nights! And we made reservations at Killarney SP for the following two nights. And then two more nights at Keuka Lake SP in New York, where we learned several years ago is surrounded by wineries. With the 4 nights with Josh & Jeanette in Watkins Glen, we are booked through the month!
Sharon needed Loonies for the laundry, Ernie needed diesel, ARB needed solar, so after a quick run for the first two ending at the campground parking lot by the "facilities", Sharon started the laundry, we put on bathing suits and jumped into Lake Superior (it's cold, but not as cold as you'd expect for a deep lake in Canada), then showered and waited in Ernie while the laundry finished and (hopefully) the Sun replenished the house battery. It helped, but not enough.
ARB has been hungry for electron juice for several days now. It's been raining or overcast the whole time, and we haven't had a 100% charge on the house battery the whole time. Last night we dropped to 40% charge (11.2v), which isn't good for the lifespan of the battery. I would like to upgrade from one gel battery to two or even three lithium batteries, but they're pricey. Seeing how we're limping along with just one gel is good data, but it also means we can't use the SUPs tomorrow, we need the battery for ARB.
We went for a nice bike ride after dinner. This is a big campground. Pancake Bay is several miles across, and the campground is a good portion. The water is calm, the sunset a deepening red from the forest fire, it's feels like a Caribbean evening.
As we got ready for bed, the mosquitoes started their attack. And Sharon transformed into the Flying Teeth Terrorist, wielding her electric swatter deftly, killing every mosquito who ventured into Ernie's sanctum. We thought we would leave the back doors open, the netting keeping us bug free. But they were finding ways in, in little gaps around the edges. I finally went out and closed the doors, but that just trapped all the mosquitoes sitting on the netting inside. Sharon spent two hours swatting and waving and searching for the last mo, and there was always one more. She persevered, even after I turned over for sleep. It was after 11pm that she was finally free of the high pitched whining that sent her into paroxysms.
Day 2. Monday, July 23.
A short drive within the park to a trailhead, where Ernie could collect some solar power, and we headed out to the Edmund Fitzgerald Lookout Trail. Two miles later we had a fabulous view of Pancake Bay and the point where the Edmund Fitzgerald sank back in 1975. Two miles back, and our house battery was still undercharged, so we bought a bag of ice and parked Ernie in a parking lot close to our campsite with full sun. Of course, the Sun hid behind clouds, generating only a fraction of the power we hoped for.
My afternoon was calmer than Sharon's. She took off for a beach hike, and later a swim, while I chilled. We did do a half bike ride, half hike to the western tip of the bay, but the next bay wasn't worth continuing the hike so we found a different route back to the bikes.
Over a bit of wine with our chairs on the sand watching the lake, we listened to Gordon Lightfoot's The Wreck of the Edmund Fitzgerald. Realizing it all happened offshore in far worse weather than the calm flat seas we were enjoying the story was still so much more relevant than any of the 400,000 times I've heard that song.
The mosquitoes weren't as numerous our second night, perhaps because their numbers were depleted by Sharon's previous killing spree. Tomorrow we have a 5+ hour drive, though the Parry Sound 33 forest fire may be a monkey wrench in our drive, hopefully not.
Ontario pictures are at https://photos.app.goo.gl/zv6SmV1TrSMNJKAT7
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