During the night a spectacular thunderstorm rolled straight over the campground, the kind that doesn’t just rumble but cracks open the sky. The thunder was so loud it jolted you awake, and after that there wasn’t much hope of a proper sleep. By morning we surrendered to reality, slept in, and lingered around camp. With our departure from Thunder Bay pushed to Wednesday, the day began with a round of campground‑shuffling to sort out the new plan.
After lunch we finally headed out, starting with the Terry Fox Memorial—quiet, striking, and impossible not to pause at for a moment of reflection.
From there we drove to Kakabeka Falls. The falls were enormous, with trails dropping down both sides, but with the temperature hovering in the low 30s and humidity over 90%, ambition took a back seat. We chose a short, shaded loop through the trees that still offered excellent views of the water thundering over the cliffs.
Since we were already out exploring, we decided to continue south toward the U.S. border to check out the waterfalls that straddle the line between Canada and the States. High Falls was the goal, but the trail cut through long grass—exactly the kind of terrain Georgie has every reason to avoid thanks to ticks—so we skipped that one and drove on to Middle Falls instead.
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