My last night in Canada (ironically, on Canada day) was spent at a marina / trailer park / camp ground called "Almenara en el Rio" (which sounds fancier than it was). My neighbor was a suspiciously European looking fellow. Turns out the German was traveling, by camper, to San Fran. The camper was shipped into Halifax and had been making his way through Canada from there. "Einmal im leben", or so he told me.
Crossing the border didn't go as smoothly as I had hoped. The border guard raised at eyebrow at my plan to travel 3 months. At some point there was talks of sending me back to Belgium (?). Luckily things changed once I showed my Canadian residency card.
Michigan.. Is vast and empty. Very empty. I did make it up to Whitefish point (northernmost tip), and stayed at a beautiful campground. The owners had just opened up in May - after quitting their corporate jobs.
Making my way south to Milwaukee through Michigan at this point. Unfortunate I have lost two hours due to forgetting my phone in Gladstone laundromat. Thankfully a lady turned it in and I am once again connected.
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