Continuing the people stories. (Besides eastern Washington and eastern Oregon aren't all that interesting.)
On the north of Lake Huron day it was the folks who, when unemployed, decided to open a restaurant. Their trout was astonishing, and the thing was, the wife who cooked it in an astonishingly light beer batter, had never eaten it. "I don't like fish," she said.
On the east and first half of north shore of Lake Superior day, it was the dad with 2 daughters playing on the beach. He was divorced and was driving his children from Alberta to Toronto for the first time for a summer vacation. The girls were so obviously enjoying themselves and dad was trying to work out his role. "It's an experiment. So far I think it's OK.
The young woman working the information booth in Wawa. She was quite certain she had what it took to be either a doctor or a lawyer. The contrast between her and the following guy was striking.
North of Superior, Thunder Bay and on to western Ontario. There was a young guy working at a gas station in the middle of nowhere. When I asked what his future held, he was going to "Finish grade 12. Go to Alberta and get trained as a pipe fitter and make a lot of money. Then come back and buy a fishing camp."
There were the two guys who gave me some detergent in the laundromat. I could barely understand their accent, but their generosity was immediate.
More to come.
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