I've stayed in nicer places...
There was free Wi-Fi at this motel, but it only worked if you held the door open.
Inside the shower, there was a glass panel missing.
But Duct Tape patched it up. You could hardly even tell the difference.
Here we go again... Across the country in a Suzuki Swift.
She's still got her B.C. plates and she's aching for home.
Matt was might proud of the cheapest dirtiest motel in Thunder Bay.
We bade farewell to the Sea Vue Motel that rainy morning.
We decided to take a "side road" after a few hours of driving in Northern Ontario. This kind of broke the mold as far as side roads go.
We were surprised to find well kept driveways that diverted off the side road.
Apparently, people actually live up here.
...a lot of people.
...The kind of people who don't like city-folk speeding through their forest.
What kind of name is "Wypzykowski"?
The Wypzykowskis are putting in a new driveway.
Classic drive through the Canadian Shield. Well-paved roads, two lanes, and not a car to be seen.
Not too far to our first stop.
We debated taking the weigh station, but we had an amazing lunch at the "Countryside Cafe" and we figured poor Swift would be overweight.
Winnipeg had one of the largest active train yards I've ever seen.
We definitely ignored at least two "No Trespassing" signs to get this photo.
I love the classic red colour of the CP Rail engines.
Mary Ann and Matt discuss interior decorating trends as they page through wallpaper books.
Matt prefers leopard skin to zebra stripe.
Time for the women to fix us a snack while I find a problem to solve.
They whip up some ice cream sundaes.
And I whip up a fruit fly trap to solve the bug problem in the kitchen.
No, it's not origami, it's something my mom taught me.
Clearly the girls are dazzled by my cleverness.
The next day got off to a slow start since we spent all night celebrating the end of a fruit fly plague with huge ice cream sundaes. This is a typical town in Manitoba.
Swift waits restlessly while we stretch our legs in the very cold morning air.
Nostalgic moment as Swift recalls the last time he saw those big old round bales.
We got a little lost in downtown Winnipeg... But it was worth it when a cop turned on it's lights and started chasing down a mini-van. We followed as quickly as we could manage.
We've been following for about three kilometres. The van just kept right on driving, totally oblivious to the cherries and siren behind it. Unfortunately for the po-po, all the traffic lights were green, so the van never slowed down.
Finally, a red light! Let the show begin!
Here goes the big bad police man, ready to take out a drug lord just like on COPS!
Everyone at the intersection held their breath as he approached the vehicle...
He opened the driver's door...
...aaand the light turned green, so we had to move it or we'd look a little suspicious ourselves.
I blind-fired with my camera out the back window, only to find that the driver was really a clueless old lady!
We made a quick U-Turn to see what would happen next.
The poor old prune got tossed in the squad car like a common criminal. Actually, she probably got charged with fleeing a police officer. The cop didn't even trust her to pull the vehicle over. Neither did we.
After such a good laugh, we took a break for some coffee. This was the only place we saw that had reserved parking just for us!
After several hours, we neared the Canada-US border. We figured one last stop and breath of pure Canadian air would get us through the next week.
We climbed a stack of straw-bales that was bigger than my house. Each bale probably weighed 120kg.
I played around like a kid on a jungle gym.