The big lake they call Gitchigoomee

The winds of September blew early – and lucky for us it was a tail wind. That wind blew us across Manitoba, through Lake of the Woods, and down to the big daddy of them all – Lake Superior.

We stopped in at a visitor’s centre. A display there had all the great lakes built like so many bathtubs – to illustrate that all the water from the rest of the Great Lakes combined can not fill Lake Superior. The other display that caught our attention was about the Wreck of the Edmund Fitzgerald.

So from the Chippewan down, we followed around, the big lake they call Gitchigoomee. Terry Fox we did see – or his statuary – from the bluffs over looking the highway.

Maple trees turning red – the forest is said - to be changing colours early. The road winds around, travels up and down. It is beautiful country surely.

At Sault-St-Marie, the locks visited we – that separate Superior from Huron. Lake Superior is passed, this song’s last gasp, as we take our trailer and go on…

To Owen Sound - to visit our friends Brenda and Ralph.