Sorry you missed your appointment Leroy!

Trip Start Aug 01, 2008
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The Dryden Cliff

Flag of Canada  , Ontario,
Friday, September 12, 2008

My ride out of Winnipeg was quite humorous. I awoke with the sun and took down camp, made some oatmeal and put my stuff in the sun to dry out. Out of an old tomato box lid I found in the ditch I made my TORONTO sign which would be used for the remaining 2,000+ kms ahead. A dude picked me up who said he drove past once and then came back. He said he'd take me to Kenora two hours down the road. The strange thing was that he had no business whatsoever leaving Winnipeg. So he was driving just for the hell of driving me. He said he'd take me to Thunder Bay if he had nothing to do haha. I guess the guy just loved good company because he talked quite a lot. The guy had quite a lot on his mind, he complained about the government and work and debt and minor conspiracies. He bought me a couple sandwhiches, some cheese, an orange and a rice krispie square at the gas station when he fueled up in Kenora. It then struck him that he had a chiropractic appointment in Winnipeg so dropped me off in the middle of absolute nowhere and was off into the distance.

Slightly confused I just laughed and climbed up a cliff face on the side of the highway, took a shit in the woods and happily ate my heap of food. A pleasent moment in morning. The sun was out full blaze and I had just entered Ontario and Ontario terrain. Up until this point everything was flat plains, fields and small hills. As one passes through Manitoba the fields just gain more hills. Once in Ontario trees sprout from the earth and mountains become present. Much more vivid scenery. I waited in one spot with little to no traffic so I decided to see if there was an exit or anything ahead to try and get a few more cars going past. I found a neat little spot in which there was construction on a bridge and there was only one lane of traffic. Cars coming across were forced to stop when cars were coming from the other direction. THE PERFECT spot for any hitcher, cars HAD to stop so they had no excuse not to pick me up. Well except the smell, or worrys about psychopaths and the many other bad reps hitchers get. Turns out no one really gives a flying toot about gas because I waited there for 6 hours with nearly every car, truck and motorcycle stopping and staring at me. I did jigs, and sang and the sun dropped from sight. I was in camping country and figured crazy kids looking to steal my shit wouldn't even waste their time coming out where I was.

The view was glorious from that spot I won't forget it. Behind the road which was on a hill lay a swamp with willows and trees sprouting periodically. To my front was a rock face and the setting sun casting shawdows off the pines. Down the highway lay a windy stretch of road the disappeared off a curve in the rocks. Straight out of a postcard. Again minutes away from admitting defeat a gaurdian angel hucked a loogie my way. I was playing the, "Ok I'll leave after three more cars," game. After saying that three times a truck driver after passing me over once called me up. We'll call this ride the Rockin Ear Drum Destructor ride. The dude was an awesome chap with a mustache who'd ran a lot of weed in his day and moved into more legit transporting. A couple hours into the ride he decided to show me a few bands. He cranked that baby full blast all the way into Dryden. Rockin tunes and light headbanging was had. Truckers have this funny way of promising you hooks ups when they drop you off with other drivers and then disappearing. He was a sneaky Houdini, he told me a buddy of his would take me to Thunder Bay and I should wait for him to return. Waiting at the truck stop I met a wicked musician from northern Ontario (Alexander Stone!), it was about midnight at this point. My god the northern lights where a blazing. I had watched them from the truck on the way in and now they were epic. With a definite tinge of humor I watched as my buddy drove past the truck stop without stopping so I came to terms with our separation, said good-bye to my musician pal and started walking through town. A few km's down the road I climbed up a rock face and set up my tent next to a farmers fence. It was a long day, but I survived. I ate the remainder of my trail mix for dinner and slept more sweet dreams while an army of slugs once again raided the tent and all my possessions.
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