Almost Lake Superior
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I must have slept like a stone all through the third night, as I barely have any recollections from it at all. The next morning, though, is a completely different story.
The light was just pure magic as the bus stopped in Sault Sainte-Marie for breakfast (in a Tim Horton's of all places). So instead of rushing to get bad coffee and donuts, I walked down the two blocks that led to the waterfront (which is something I always seem to do when put in proximity to a large expanse of water). I'm not sure I did realize I was within swimming distances of the United States at that moment, however.
Because of my Canadian Art History classes from the previous semester, the name Sault Sainte-Marie evocated images of wild landscapes and Group of Seven paintings from the 1920's. Well, the reality was a bit different , of course, but that early morning sunlight over the borders of Lake Superior (which actually begins a little further to the right) is something that stuck with me ever since.
I walked back just on time to get some food and see Julie still sleeping. the frown on her face and the fact that she'd put the hood of her sweater over her head made me think twice about waking her up to tell her about it. Her loss.
Oh, and I burned my tongue on that über-hot Tim Horton's tea right as we left.
In the Trans Canada Highway photo essay.
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