Sunday September 7, 2014
The bridge to Canada takes you over the locks that join Lake
Huron to Lake Superior. It is a busy
throughway usually, but not this morning.
The Canadian border agent processed us rather quickly, much to our
surprise. Then north on hwy 17 we head.
We decide to stop at a visitor center in the Agawa
provincial park. Lots of exhibits are on
display. The water from Lake Superior is
lapping against the shore sounding just like an ocean, making small waves. We get some info then decide that while we are
stopped, we might as well have lunch.
When we opened the door, Rudy busted out. Crap...
You have to be calm when you go after him, and that isn't always easy,
especially when he is headed in the direction of traffic. But he let me catch him, little Houdini. Back to lunch. Wait...
Crap!
Spouse closed it, I saw that it was latched, but somewhere
along the way, it came unlatched and blew clean off! We have been on a rather nice road. We have ridden some real bucking bronco roads
and nothing has happened, but not our fate today. The screen is still there, so we are not at
risk of losing Rudy, but we will have to do something. So, instead of staying in the national
forest, we head up to the town of Wawa (not to be confused with wahwah, or
wahweep). Spouse got some cardboard and
the temporary repair began.
The window is really high.
We need to position the picnic table by the window. That is still not high enough. Then Spouse had to put our step stool on top
of the table to finish the deed. Hmmm...
the last time Spouse was on a ladder, it was not good. He is just getting over that fall, and now he
is on a stool on a table... Can he do
it? High anxiety... Alas! He was successful in his repair. Rudy does not like not being able to look out
the window. I don't like that either but
I would like it even less if it started raining and that came through the
window.
I wonder where our window is and if it did damage to anybody! The roads are far from crowded and I would
think someone would have chased us down if they were hit. Oh well...
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