We bid the Cornwallians goodbye and headed up Hwy 2 at a leisurely pace, admiring the scenery and almost taking out a kid on a bike. Apparently, the kids in some of these small towns have not learned that, if you want to show off for a girl, you shouldn't do it a) on a highway and b) less than 10 feet from a moving RV. I'm sure we took 5 years off that kid's life.
We arrived at our sister's house in Bath, just outside of Kingston, where (surprise, surprise) more food was awaiting us. Carm served us a delicious spaghetti sauce, reminiscent of our youth. And the next day we got enough BBQ's ribs to serve an army camp. Carm lives in a country club estate, so we were quite surprised that they tolerated us living on the street for 2 days. I'm sure they were glad to see us go…. We didn't add any value to the properties.
Then it was suck it in, suck it up, pull it out and off to Oshawa to visit our aunt Mary where we had a lovely time. Even better, she had really great air conditioning, which came in handy because the temp was in the mid-30s, humidity was high and the humidex was at 40. Even Nui was hot and it turns out that smog and pulmonary fibrosis don't go well together. We parked for the night at Darlington Provincial Park, which shares lake frontage with a nuclear power plant. We observed some oddities, such as mosquitoes with large butts, fles with four wings and green glowing mini-bugs that bite really hard. After a few minutes of these critters, we retreated to the safety of the Beast. More surprises were In store. Even though we are only a few miles from Toronto, the internet doesn't work well out here. On the other hand, we are getting really good radio reception from the fillings in our teeth.
Update: cell phones don't work out here either. Plus, we keep hearing the theme from the Twilight Zone. Jackie….CALL US!