Inglis Falls

We are truly returning home, highways, place names, and roadside trading posts now familiar and anticipated. Today included reprise trips to a propane filling station in Sault St Marie, and a gas station/market near Pancake Bay to replenish our charcuterie larder — smoked trout and maple butter will tantalize our taste buds well into Manitoba.

Today and for the next few days our road travels will skirt Lake Superior. Beautiful open water that rivals any other lake, ocean or seaway that we’ve seen. It lives up to all the adjectives, including the Tony Tiger moniker of …. Grrreat!

It’s a word that my father often used. Great. “ That’s just great,” he would say when I told him of Marita’s or Julilla’s progress in school or a piano recital, or a holiday, or the bounty of a garden harvest.

On travels, one has the time to reflect and analyze one’s past, one’s character and look for clues to how you became you. For all the adversity in his life, my father Bob Paul remained open to acknowledging the grandeur of the world. That there is greatness in the world deserving of recognition. And I think that’s just … great.Read more