Canada ride- Part IV

After riding in a downpour for about an hour and a half, we stopped in Wawa, ON for something warm to eat and some time for our gear to dry out. Wawa wasn't that impressive of a town, (except for their gigantic geese sculptures) but was more of a "town" than White River was. We got back out on the road and it finally stopped raining.

(The Infamous Wawa, ON Goose. Courtesy: Picassa)

We were led into the Lake Superior Provincial Park, and saw some of the most beautiful sights southern Canada had to offer. Half of the route went deep into the forest, and the other half was along the coast of Lake Superior. I love Lake Superior; it had a really inviting waterfront. We stopped at one park to actually enjoy the beach and dip our feet in the water. I also learned about bear-proof garbage cans here...apparently they're American-proof too, I couldn't figure it out at first.

(Catherine Cove, ON)

The rest of the day was rainy and filled with gas stops at really seedy establishments. At around 4, we found our way to Sault Ste. Marie and quickly found the bridge to cross the border (My Dad has been to the oddest places way too often and still knows how to navigate through them). Stopped at the duty-free store to pick up some souvenirs and then left the country over a big old metal bridge that was packed with cars. It took us about 20 minutes to cross it but as soon as we got back onto ground, we were greeted with another longer line of cars waiting to get into the US.

(Welcome to the United States.)

Getting back in to the US was way different from getting into Canada at the Int'l Falls entrance. Here you pull up and they ask you a ton of questions, have someone walk around your vehicle with a dog, record your license plate, ask where you're from, how long you were in Canada, what you brought back, etc. I had some problems getting the gate to raise because I was on a motorcycle and pissed off a few drivers, but I didn't care.

After that, we were itching to just be somewhere, so we made a mad dash straight through the peninsula and made it to St. Ignace in about an hour and 20 minutes. And there, I found one of my favorite vacation spots ever...

Continued in Part V.