Canada

 I drove from Buffalo, through Ontario, to Sudbury and then west to Sault St Marie.

Anybody know what this is?   I saw a couple of them in Canada, one was even in it's own little building.

Stopped at Parry's Sound to take a break.   Pretty little town on a bay of Lake Huron.   Saw some monuments to Canadian military, including the Algonquin Regiment, that saw entirely too many casualties during WWII

I had high hopes for Canada, especially Ontario, but Sudbury, about 5 hours north of Toronto, was a disappointment.   As I pulled into my downtown hotel, I watched two bicycle cops escorting a man across the street, to the police station.   Yep, he was cuffed.   The downtown park was littered with homeless people, looked worse than much of Houston.   Room was nice but the heater was noisy.

Then, in the morning, I discovered thtat someone had stolen my bike off the back of my car!   Cut the straps holding the rack to my car, so I lost my bike rack and my bike!    The cops were less than helpful.   Suffice it to say, I left Canada not feeling any love.   I called a friend to request prayer that I could control my anger well enough to drive without getting myself hurt.   It worked.   I was rather glad to see the US border personnel as I crossed back into Michigan.

It is Thursday, and sister Kristen and I took a walk in one of Marquette's many forested parks and stood on the shore of Lake Superior.   Cold and the water was choppy.

Check out the sky.

I will be visiting my sister Kristen until Monday morning, when I will point the car south and start back to Houston.   I am ready to be back in my own home, but do not plan to drive until I drop.