I always knew that Canada was a very large country, but I never realized exactly how large until we passed Sault St Marie and lobbed ourselves around the Huron and Lake Superior. The truth is that northern Ontario doesn’t have much to it. Lots of shoreline, a few Can-ops, and at least one or two places to stop that will make you regret rolling off the highway.


So far the trip has been pretty productive. For the cheesy details I suggest you read the elderly ramblings of our senior passenger. Albeit bless him for starting a blog, but I think someone should install grammar check on his palm treo.

Tonight we’re stopped in Brandon Manitoba. Approximately 490 km east of Regina. We’re stopped in a Super 8 motel and the lot of them are snoring their faces off across the room. I’m glad their here, it wouldn’t be the same alone.

So far we’ve made great time, and only been stopped by the cops once. The funny part is that it wasn’t me driving. The van is holding up great, and I’ve gotten quite used to the trailer. We’re going to be in the rockies in no time.