Caved In

Canadians are different. Canada is only a bridge ride over the water from Detroit but it is definitely another country. To start with the border guards have no sense of humor at all. How threatening can I look with 3 girls stuffed in my car with suitcases, pillows, beach chairs and and a cooler with snacks and a few bottles of chilled white wine? What do you mean I can't bring that over the border? I'm heading north to the Canadian wilderness and I'm guessing there won't be any fine wine shops where I'm going. It's a matter of life and death. Not even a smile despite all my efforts at being charming and funny. How rude!

Driving up the high way a few hours to our destination I noticed that  Canadians are well, very frustrating to be driving behind. (Didn't I put that nicely?) There are just hours of traveling over country roads behind folks that are in no hurry at all. And if you've read any of my other road trip stories you know that when I'm on track to arrive at a certain time I take that challenge quite seriously.

I discovered something else when we went caving on some good old Canadian's private property overlooking Lake Huron. And it was a picturesque challenging hike up the rocky paths. I couldn't even imagine any Americans letting people traipse all over their land without fear of a major lawsuit.

And here is their simple and effective method of warding off litigious Americans:

Comments

[Marie]

I've been in those caves along Lake Huron and you are exactly right, it was not an easy path and there are no safety rails. There was also no trash or litter. My husband agrees with you on the driving thing! He was laughing when I read him that part only he's not so nice about how he describes it.

[Melissa]

Looks like it was beautiful, even if it did take a while to get there!