The night at Farmer Ted’s was perfectly still until dawn, when his rooster made sure the entire neighbourhood knew it was time to get up.
Normally you buy something from the host as a small thank‑you, but Ted only preps produce for the weekend market. What he did have was a display of his wildlife photography—and he’s genuinely talented. The images he’d taken around the farm were stunning, and we ended up leaving with a beautiful shot of a bald eagle in flight. Can’t wait to get it mounted on a wall at home. We also had a great chat with him about our trip and his own colourful life.
With a longer driving day ahead, we decided to swap drivers every hour. Our first stop was Bridal Veil Falls, and the name made perfect sense once we saw them. A wide, flat rock lip sent the water over in a perfect curtain. There used to be a trail running down the gorge, but a flood wiped it out a few years ago, so it’s closed now. Still, it was a welcome break from the road.
The journey off Manitoulin Island was wonderfully scenic, hopping from one small island to the next before returning to the mainland. We paused in Little Current, a quiet town overlooking a swing bridge—one of the final links back to the mainland. Coffee, a sandwich, a bit of tourist browsing, and then back on the road.
At one point we turned left onto the Trans‑Canada Highway. Nothing dramatic, but for us it marked the moment we officially pointed the truck west and began the long run home.
The rest of the day was a steady rhythm of driving, fuel stops, and food. We rolled into Blueberry Hill Campground around 6 pm and didn’t even bother taking the truck off the trailer. Instead, we spent the evening tackling our ever‑growing pile of dirty laundry, grateful for the chance to catch up.
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