After the comforts of Montreal, we moved on to Sudbury in the North in preparation for the trip to the camp of M&P, on the Georgian Bay of Lake Huron. To get to the camp we had to travel further to Chikanishing (the name is Ojibwe) in a protected park that took us to the boat that was the only form of transport that could reach the camp.



The rooms inside the main camp house had walls that did not go all the way to the top of the ceiling, making the top bunk bed a very special attraction, and therefore a N & E favorite as shown below.



On the way to Killarny, P & M together with the girls.



Same location pretty much, this time "the fam" au grand complèt.


Walking around in Killarny. OK, I'll be honest, we went there to have some fish'n'chips, which was truly delicious and not at all greasy like its Brit version, but lean and delicious.

Now here's the real icing on the cake: on the way back to camp, just as we were exiting Killarny, we crossed the path of a black bear that was swimming across the little bit of water crossing through Killarny. We followed him on his swim, trying to get a closer look. P pointed out he was probably quite worried about us getting closer to him and, indeed, as soon as he reached land, he took off promptly into the woods. He was quite a big fella, so this was quite a special sighting.

The environment is so amazing here, and it hits you all the time, but especially at sunset, when you get some spectacular screen saver material like this below.

P & M tried hard to make fishing meaningful and entertaining for us. It was a brave and valliant try, which we appreciated, but it was a bit hopeless. At this spot, at roughly the same place N is standing, I did get one big biting on the hook. He was motivated and went under the dock, ultimately outsmarting me and getting away with the worm, which I was actually quite happy about.

One of the day excursions we did was to go to this piece of flat rock below, all made of the amazing pink granite rock peculiar to the area, which has been smoothed into a lovely piece of tanning platform by the action of water, rain and the cold presumably. A great moment of fun, especially sliding off the rocks into the water (and gliding, or slipping - depending how you look at it - on the algae on the rocks which are in the water).