|11-15-2012, 02:24 PM||#14|
Joined: Oct 2006
Location: almost Memphis
I awoke in the morning to the sound of two people talking and hitting golf balls. Their conversation made no mention of the motorcycle and tent in the grass nearby as if it was a completely normal part of the scenery.
This is a view from my tent to the tee box just past the shade.
I figured there was half a chance I might run into Gene and Neda because they were planning to visit Thunder Bay today too. I rode out to the big peninsula that makes up Sleeping Giant Provincial Park and made the loop.
A stop at the visitor center and I was told that a vehicle permit to enter the park would cost $14. I passed on the permit and rode into Thunder Bay.
My first stop was the Madhouse downtown, run by an inmate here. Feliz was working the bar and I introduced myself and ordered the special of the day, a pita pizza and a beer.
And then another beer of Feliz's recommendation, this time a local brew.
Though they were rather busy, I talked to Feliz for a while about his business, living in Thunder Bay, and what to see and do in town. He gave me some terrible news. My most favorite bar in the world, the Inntowner Palace, was now a parking lot, having been demolished in 2010.
I walked up to the popular harbor a few blocks away.
A splash pool was filled with kids and parents on this warm July day. More swimming Canadians.
I stepped inside a small casino. None of the customers or workers seemed very happy to be there. It was a very depressing and sad place.
This one is for Neda. Reminds me. I never did run into Gene and Neda again like I figured I would.
And since I'm Polish.
Every week there is a band and festival at Marina Park in Thunder Bay, so I spent a couple hours people-watching and looking out over the lake.
This week's theme was polka. Here's Captain John and the Polka Pirates.
It was near 10pm when the sun set and almost 11pm before it got dark. Feliz had offered me a place to sleep, but now realizing how late it was, I didn't want to risk waking him or his kids. I regretted my poor planning because Feliz was a supremely cool guy, and I looked forward to having a beer with him and chatting more. Around 11pm and in fading light, I headed out of town, looking for a place to sleep.
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