What a hot and sticky night! This morning just before we are about to get up, it started to rain. Steady, persistent rain. Great. After shower the chore was to take the Caranex down, soaking wet.
I have to say all credit to the Michigan State Campsites. Well run and with excellent facilities.
On the road by 11am. The Sat-nav was programmed to London Ontario. That …lady, in the sat-Nav gave us the run around. Programmed to take us on the shortest route, she put us through the hoops.Took us down muddy tracks, across county, through towns and at no time, till we got to the US/Canada border, did we see a main road. I can tell you folks it was WONDERFUL.
Americans love to see cut grass. Town and country. They have large swathes of grass around their hovels, their modest and luxurious mansions. Groomed and green, often tastefully planted to create a picture of harmony and grace. Yes, there are lots of dilapidated, falling down buildings that are still being lived in. Yards covered in rusting cars, trucks and tractors. What a difference it makes getting off the main roads.
We are going to do the same in England when we get back. So much beauty in the out-of-the-way places.
Jen stopped to buy some groceries in the small town of Frankenmuth. Having to avoid buying perishables that could be taken from us at the border.
Flint Michigan! our path was taking us right into Flint. Somehow ‘she’ managed to divert us.
Why did we want to go to Flint?
Michael Moore did a sequel to his film Fahrenheit 9/11, with Fahrenheit 11/9 and it featured the water supply into Flint, Michigan. I cant remember why, but the Mayor and officials decided that his people, the poorer people anyway, would benefit from drinking the fetid, toxic, poisoned industrial waste water of the Flint river. Rather than the relatively pristine water of Lake Huron they had been enjoying. I seem to recall one of his buddies offered to put the pipeline in for a price he couldn’t refuse? I stand to be corrected if I have that wrong.
As a publicity stunt, Moore hired a water tanker, or two, filled them (allegedly) with the Flint river ‘drinking’ water and proceeded to water the Mayors lawn from the street. I wanted to see if his lawn and trees had died, like the people who were drinking his water.
It got so bad for the people, that I seem to recall, GM complained that they couldn’t build their cars with such water. That bought about a change. President Obama’s credibility went down inestimably in my view, when he flew in to support of the Mayor, asking for a glass of water at a press conference, proceeding to appear to sip it.
The lunch stop was on a roadside, a muddy gravel lane and we were fortunate to pass a young Amish boy driving his pony and trap along in front of us. A cheery wave was returned with gusto. He disappeared up a driveway, curved and wooded to obscure any view of their habitation. While eating, another pony passed us with a totally blacked out buggy and only small slits, presumably clear plastic covered, for the driver to see out from. We assumed there was someone in there?..:)
The border came up almost unexpectedly. This was the big one for us. You are channeled into the lane to pay your Toll to cross the bridge to Canada. I said to Jen, “this is where we make it or break it”!
Pulling out of the queue, we parked beside a concrete barrier, locked it and made for the US Inwards border police. A cheery young lady simply tore out the entry cards and handed the passports back to us. I just hope she remembers to enter the fact that we have left the US, in her computer, as we don’t want to be labelled “overstayers”. Getting back in on the East coast is going to be…interesting?
We both enjoyed the American excursion very much, but it was…comforting to be back in Canada. Having said that, the young Canadian border officer gave us the ‘third degree’. He was most interested in the vehicle registration number and couldn’t quite get his head around how we got it to Canada. Why we weren’t doing the journey by rental car! I think more pertinently, when and how we were going to leave and take it with us. Our journey continuation depended on his getting it right.
Frankly, the line of questioning made that far from certain. However, once happy that we posed no threat of staying in Canada, he warmly returned our passports with a “Welcome To Canada”. Then it wouldn’t start!!!! Blocking off a whole lane it wouldn’t start. Jeeeezzz!!! Leaving his booth he wanted to order us a tow truck. Winding out of the line on the starter motor and in gear, we cleared the lane and waited for a bit. Then it started with no trouble at all….grrrr.
It’s now around 4pm and the sky to the north east is looking threatening, but fine ahead. The road we took east, the 402, a lesser road, and straight. There is habitation all along it. Farms and commercial premises. No opportunities for camping.
By 5pm we pulled into a service station and asked the young attendant if he knew of any camping places along the road. “There is a Conservation area about 5 minutes down the road and to the left he side”. “Down Quaker Road”. “I am sure no-one would mind you camping there”. While we are in the country, it’s amazing where housing is off the main road. Quaker road looks all suburbia.
Soon enough a Conservation sign and pull in area appears, sees us in a sports ground car park. No signs saying No overnight Camping. Just a sign saying This Area is locked between Dusk and Dawn. Pulling into the car park it started to rain. So, the Caranex was wet when we packed it away and it didn’t get the chance to dry out.
Things are getting a bit…clammy?The forecast is for more showers, so lets hope by morning we are able to dry out and air bedding particularly. Lets also hope also the park attendant doesn’t decide to throw us out when he goes to lock the gate!! Jen will give you an update in the morning. 🙂