Manitoulin at last
the journal of Michael Werneburg
twenty-seven years and one million words
Today my mum and I set out at last to do the Manitoulin trip we've been threatening for two years. We headed off at 8:30 or so, and zipped up to Sudbury (zipped being a relative term: it's a four hour drive). Then across to Little Current on Manitoulin, where we learned that all of the accomodations to be had... had been had. We back-tracked a bit to Espanola and found the 'last hotel room' in town.
There are a thousand bikers with the "Harley-Davidson Owner's Group" in town. The weather hasn't really been cooperating, and I don't imagine the back of a bike (no matter how ridiculously loud) is going to be very comfortable.
When I went into a small inconvenience store and asked if they had ear plugs (our hotel is right on the highway), the fellow asked me if 'someone' was worried about the weather. I had to ask what he was talking about. It turns out that his wife keeps earplugs on hand for lightning storms, of which she's afraid. Dubiously, I took the battered earplug container. They may have been used, but they were remarkably fresh and clean. I used them.