One of the perks of traveling within the confines of a camper as opposed to staying in a hotel/motel is that all your stuff generally follows you wherever you go. The chances of leaving something behind is smaller. So, when you have someone like me who has tendencies to panic over missing items whether it be prescription pills, lipstick, cellphone or wallet, one finds solace in the fact that whatever you can’t immediately find, chances are strong that the missing item is still located within the safety of the camper walls.

Case in point: I happen to have misplaced each of the above items within the five days since we left home, and I am happy to report all were eventually found… within the camper.

Insert happy face here.

In my defence, there is a little more thought that goes into the organization of a motorhome than you might think. You see, when you’re driving down the road in a R.V., a cacophony of clanks, squeaks and squawks always seem to resonate behind you.

It can drive you mad.

I learned very early on in my early camper adventures that there’s nothing that can drive me faster to madness than a case of 23 water bottles. The reason I say 23 is that one has been removed from it’s tight quarters to leave the other bottles nice and loose and free to rub up and down against each other.

(Warning: please do not try to attempt this at home.)

You do not want your dishes clattering together with every pothole either. Neither do you want your knives and forks clang-clang-clanging or your bottles breaking against each other every time you go over some railroad tracks.

In these cases tea-towels, paper-towels and washcloths have been my best friends. Take for example my Insta-pot on the kitchen counter: If I place one tea towel into the aluminum pot as a noise proofing liner, it suddenly becomes sound resistant to whatever I nest and stow inside that pot. Now, I can safely store my teapot inside the insta-pot and silence will prevail. Everything glass or metallic must me soundproofed against each other or the ensuing clatter will quickly sour the nicest of travel days.

Every time we pull up stakes and move on I try to improve on how I store our noisy gear. Hence, from time to time I experiment and stow things in different places. The next thing I know, something isn’t where it use to be and the searching begins.

On Tuesday, May 14th at 8:00 a.m. we pulled out of the KOA Sault St. Marie.

Before hitting the highway, Frank filled the gas tank for $1.48 a litre which came to $160.00.

Although it is mainly pine trees that line the Trans-Canada highway I was pleased to occasionally see clumps of birch trees trying to break through. Their branches still appear bare with no sign of imminent budding.

Batchawana Bay was the first scenic town we encountered that day which was full of many such encounters.

Terrace Bay, Schreiber and Pays Platt are among the last we passed before reaching Thunder Bay.

Having sorted mail for almost thirty years these names are familiar to me and I am always grateful when I can finally see these places for myself.

Just as we are nearing Thunder Bay the rain begins.

Before checking into the KOA Thunder Bay we made our obligatory stop at the grocery store, this time mainly to get the distilled water needed for Ginny’s bottles.

Our last stay at this campground in Thunder Bay August 2018 was not a particularly happy one as I felt we had been sorely gouged with an $85.00 a night spot with only electricity and water, no sewer. They explained it was their last spot. It was also one of their fancier ones. It came with a barbecue, wooden swing chair and a fire pit complete with wooden lawn furniture. It was a real busy spot too, right between the swimming pool and mini golf.

Yup, we met a lot of people during our three day stay there.

This time, we were placed more on the outskirts, with a shower right across the road.

There we caught some sun and had a campfire each night we were there.

We had a good rest stop before hitting the highway again. Three days later we would be leaving here for Jen and Ginny’s final stop in Winnipeg.

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