The moment we approached the US-Canadian border, we knew we were in for something special. We had been anticipating a fair amount of difficulty getting into Niagara Falls, what with our car laden down with everything but the kitchen sink, but instead we were greeted by what had to be the friendliest border guard in the planet. “Where you headed, eh?” “Niagara Falls, Toronto and then camping in Bruce Peninsula, sir” “Oh, Bruce Peninsula. Is that up by Tobermory? Great little place. Have a cabin up there…” Turns out it is up by Tobermory and he had quite the story to tell about. “You all do a lot of biking?” “Not yet but we hope to.” “I took a bike trip recently….” And indeed he had, all around the Great Lakes. In the end, several stories
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