On to Orillia

So yesterday, it rained when we left Montreal River.



And then it was cloudy.



And then it rained.



And then it was cloudy.



And then it rained.



And then it was cloudy.



And, wait, let me think: then it rained.



Yes, and then it was cloudy.



Then we saw some blue sky.



And some wildflowers, or weeds if you must.



We spent some time admiring the scenery while a logging truck chugged along ahead of us.



And then we hit a flat bit, still with the logging truck ahead,



and finally overtook him at Blind River.



We stopped for lunch at Bobbers in Bruce Mines, where the breakfast special was a bargain at $4.95 and the place was packed.



Some more flat bits.



Bait sold everywhere. There were even signs promising you could buy it 24 hours a day.



And then, finally, the sun shone...



and shone...



and shone...



End of the road, Orillia. A few small things we might need overnight...