The drive from Ottawa to Sault Ste. Marie was excruciatingly painful. There wasn’t much to see (the picture is from the following day) and while I broke down and finally downloaded an audio book, I picked a particularly boring one. The story was in need of some serious editing—it had way too many irrelevant details and lacked actual suspense. It was supposed to be a thriller. To make matters worse, the voice of the narrator was hitting a nerve. I kept having to turn it off, as it was putting me to sleep, instead of keeping me awake.
Speaking of assistance keeping awake. What happened to all the Dunkin Donuts in Canada? They appear to all have been replaced with Tim Horton’s, which dispenses dish washing water as coffee. This added to the difficulties of this drive.
The highlight of my day was driving through the small town of Spanish, which only had a few streets, but of those streets, one was called Ann Street and the next one over, Bernard Street. Wish I’d stop for pictures.
I made it to Sault Ste. Marie around 7pm. After unloading the car and grabbing some dinner, I was ready for bed.
In the morning, I found a grocery store and picked-up all the food I needed for the day and night/morning. This was it—my first night of camping awaited me and Little Man!!