(I'm still learning this posting thing...bear with me, plz)

A few minutes of web surfing led us here to Wiarton, Ontario and the most wonderful motel I could imagine. The airport is literally across the road, and at $95 this place is easily worth twice the price. The Waterside Motel sits on four beautiful acres of lawn and gardens with a lovely sandy beach right on Lake Huron. We sat in buttery yellow Adirondack chairs all afternoon, reading, sunning, swimming, and catching up on the adventures of our 23-year old, who arrived back in North America last night with literally 23 cents in his pocket. He's become a model of self-reliance (and impressive mooching) and I'm sure his stories will carry us all the way home to Portland.

The flight from City Center Toronto -- the most spectacular location for a major city airport I've ever seen -- was quick and uneventful, flying over rich farmland and it seems many horse-racing farms, judging from the ovals we saw below. The friendly FBO guy, Doug (they're evidently both named Doug, so I couldn't tell you which one he was) gave us a courtesy car -- an station wagon, which proclaimed proudly, "This vehicle brings new people to our area through our airport." across the back window.

Just to complete the details of our day here in Wiarton, the fish and chips at Red Fish Blue Fish were great, but I learned that I never need to eat poutine again. And the motel has an inviting swimming pool with lounge chairs, horseshoes, an impressive array of movies to play on the VCR in your room, AND a bonfire every evening, weather permitting. But I will warn you: I had to run inside to type this last paragraph. As soon as the sun set, the mosquitoes came out in force!

Maybe Sault St Marie tomorrow? Rob's itching to see a bush airplane museum there...