Well, here I am in Ontario and How-Sweet-It-Is!

The line between Ontario and Manitoba has something to do with rocks, trees and water.

You cross the border and you react…Shit! This reminds me of northern Ontario!

And well it should because it is northern Ontario. With lotsa trees, lakes and rocks of course. The ones around here do not seem to be rich rocks.

The few billboards along the highways have big fish on them, no worms thank goodness.

Upon arrival at the park. the first thing I saw was a typo. It’s a curse with me. Give me a book or a newspaper and I will spot them immediately. Chances are I just may dump a perfectly so-so book for a stupid mistake. Like the one insisting St-Jean-Baptiste Day was June 25.

Yes, the typo.

There was a note on the door (locked) signed “ The Manger”. I see it often and it no longer surprises me so when I do see it, I said “of course”.

Anyhow, I filled the freshwater tank (because they have triple filtered water unlike Manitoba which has none) and Beverly, the manger, welcomed me like the two nerds in St Malo should have. That is with a smile and lots of info on where I could gas up and get groceries.

She also offered an extension cord to hook up to the power pedestal and I eventually took her up up on that offer.

It is a very nice park. Very quiet at least for now but the weekend is coming, so, who knows what to expect?

My site is a pull through, we  have been through that. It is also not very flat. I pulled in and looked at my slightly tipsy Escape and started to think about how I would level her…him…it.

I got into the truck and started over, going back around the patch of trees, I lucked out and found the perhaps only sweet spot where everything was level.

Tickety-boo.

Cracked open and enjoying a very nice Bordeaux that I have been saving since I left.

Cheers!