We crossed the border sometime Monday afternoon (we're pretty behind) and the only thing that changed besides the time and my apathy levels, was that the prairies seemed to level out. FOR REAL. Anyway, boring story short, we found this campground outside of Brandon called.... something Valley. For all intents and purposes, Axe Murderer Valley. It was only $15/night, and looked pretty legit on the drive in. Soon after, we realized that we were the only people in the campsite. Also, the bathrooms were completely abandoned. I had to push a mess pretty bad, but luckily good ol' predictable men always leave the toilet seat up, so I was "safe". According to Hilary, the women's washroom toilets were actually DESTROYED. There was no such thing as paper towel, toilet paper and certainly not soap. The water flowing out of the taps in the campsite was brown and there were two cat's that followed us around. Not to mention the abandoned camper trailers that were strewn throughout.
I've never been more excited to wake up in the morning.
That very same morning is when I wrote the last blog entry. I thought it would be wiser to save our parents from the worry, until we had safely made it out of the province. You know. Just in case.
ANYWAY, the day we left Saskatoon, we had breakfast with Joel, Robbi and A to tha J. Joel ate a waffle in his crotch. Crotch-waffle, as I can hear Jesse so eloquently saying.
Classy, Joel.
The coffee shop we're in is closing up, so I'll have to close by saying that Ontario, may actually be more beautiful than BC. WE GET IT ONTARIO, YOU'RE NICE TOO.
Lake Superior Provincial Park has been the highlight of the trip. That was last night.
Oh yeah, there was also the thunder clouds we literally drove through, deer dodging, death defying barrell rolls and how much Thunder Bay sucks, but that will have to wait until next post.
Cat on top of a fridge.
Manitoba is the one province you can watch your cat run away for three days
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