We talked in 2024 about me coming out to fish with him, but that ended up being a busy year for him and for me it was the year of health challenges. Fast forward and we made plans to go fishing.
I was a bit apprehensive - which was stupid. It is way too easy to get caught up in the work-eat-sleep routine and to take work too seriously. It didn't take too long for me to realize how awesome this would be.
The summer so far has been exhaustively hot and humid. Friday came gloriously with cool air and decreasing humidity. This allowed me to spend Saturday getting caught up on some chores around the house as well as spending time doing some maintenance and small repairs (that required doors/windows to be open). I felt wonderfully productive, if somewhat tired.
One of my repairs was going to need some subsequent work, but it was good enough and didn't stop me from heading out early Sunday after some quick coffee.
I was out the door and on the road around 5:15. Predictably, I had the Sunday morning road to myself. I was listening to The Secret Life of Groceries by Benjamin Lorr. The first section of the book felt a little like and advertisement for Trader Joes - although he does make a disclaimer that he's agnostic on the chain. It might have felt a little more real had I ever been to a Trader Joes, I suppose.
My mind did wander a bit, which is to be expected. But the book was pretty good. At some point I realized I wasn't going to finish it, so I switched to some rather forgettable pod casts for the last few hours.
I bypassed the Detroit/Windsor border and continued, crossing at Port Huron. This may have added a few minutes, but I was anticipating the crossing a drive to be a little easier. I breezed through the border within a few minutes. The line of trucks coming into the US was crazy; I couldn't help but wonder if it was to avoid the next round of tariffs?
I realized this time was my first time out of my home state since January (I think). This is a bit sad. Although I guess I could count my dog walks into Indiana.
Once into Canada, the traffic was nonexistent at first.
It got much hairier and uglier as I got close to Toronto. The roads seemed overly complicated, but I just followed the GPS - or tried to. I'm a bit terrified I'll need a second mortgage to pay for the 407 tolls - but I guess that is just part of the trip.
I made my way to Denis and Julie's campground. Denis was out getting the boat ready. I had never met Julie before so we had a while to get to know each other. It was fun and she was easy to talk to.
Denis showed up on his motorcycle late afternoon. It was good to see him as well.
Dinner was beef steak and veggies before turning in relatively early in preparation for a fairly early morning.
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