There’s Something About Ontario

20151012_160241Happy Thanksgiving, dear hearts!

I have to say that I am in a lovely mood today. I woke up after a great eight hour sleep, during which I had beautiful dreams. I woke up feeling like a brand new person. We got breakfast, quiet roads, and no issues. Even my legs cramping up on me didn’t bother me as much as they would normally.

Michael, unfortunately, woke up after a very disjointed sleep, has been unable to breathe properly all day, and just wants to stay quiet please. All this being said, he has been very good and not grumpy. I will take quiet Michael over angry/cranky Michael any day of the week. So far, we are getting along much better than I thought we would.

But basically, with Michael being sick, I decided I would do the majority of the driving. And by majority, I mean we drove for about eight-and-a-half hours today, and I did six-and-a-half of those hours. I don’t mind. I slept well, and had good music, and it was for a good cause. However, because I did the majority of the driving, I did the majority of the sight-seeing.

Ontario is… Well. It changes. I was told a multiple of different things about Ontario…

My father: Some parts are like Mordor; grey and barren.

My mother: You’re gonna be reminded of that song… rocks and trees and trees and rocks and rocks and trees and trees and rocks and water (see “Rocks and Trees” by The Arrogant Worms).

My friend’s mother: Oh, it’s so beautiful in the north!

I admit, I didn’t like Ontario for the first five hours of driving. It was overcast, and yellow, and brown, and… sparse. We drove for over eight hours, and we only saw six roadkills – not that I like seeing roadkills, but at least you know there’s animals around. I was getting concerned that there wasn’t anything living. Because it was sparse; Quebec was full of trees, and although PEI and New Brunswick was spread out, it was because they were full of farms. Ontario is more like a giant was stepping across it, and with every footstep, a house grew up, surrounded by trees. It was… super strange.

And then I fell asleep for fifteen minutes (don’t worry, Michael was driving), and when I woke up, the sun was out, and we were driving past this lake, and suddenly there was life and colours: reds and oranges and greens and yellows. Trees weren’t empty, and there were animals, and it was beautiful.

I admit it, my friends, I fell in love with Thunder Bay. Or, maybe not all of Thunder Bay, but I am enchanted by Algoma Street in Thunder Bay. It smells like autumn here, and the wind blows in your face – but not enough to ruin your hair – and there is the smell of trees and water (because it is a bay). The trees hang over the sidewalks, and their leaves are falling in yellows and reds, and I scuffed my heels as I walked down this street just so I could kick the leaves. I like the size of the houses; they’re not very large, but small and homey, and warm colours with bright trims and doors. I like the way the trees grow tall with thick leaves, I like the way the churches stretch towards the heavens, I like that there were two Laundromats right next to each other… I just like it here. I like the air. I liked it the moment we drove into Thunder Bay.

20151012_162016So, there’s something about Ontario. Parts of it need a John Mayer song as a soundtrack, and other parts need The Lumineers; actually, those are fairly similar. Um. Other parts needed WALK THE MOON. And Ke$ha, but that could have been the IceCapp speaking.

We have thirteen hours of driving tomorrow – we’ll be going through Ontario, Manitoba, and Saskatchewan. Should be interesting.

Stay safe and happy, my friends!

-Erin

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