The country store where we bought home-made sausage and asked for some tin-foil.
The whole-foods co-op where we rocked lunched out hippie-style.
WE HAVE ARRIVED! Canadian greatness at it's best; Tim Hortons.
Thunder Bay's deepest thinker. Pondering breath mints.
A shiny Saturday morning in downtown Thunder Bay.
But despite its rough exteriors, beauty can be found there.
And here, too.
So while the added bonus of Reilly finding a new friend,
And me a new pair of earrings, in addition to our Tim Hortons, may not make this trip seem real valuable . . .
The true joy was found in the long stretch of open road I got to enjoy with my brother.
There's good times, right there.