Quinn was up and gone before I woke up. The Pastor of the church showed up a little later with a coffee for me and left the church open so I could use the washroom. He gave me a little pamphlet about the baptist church and said if it's not for me then leave it somewhere for someone to find. Seems a fair deal for the generosity. (I'll put up a link here when I can)
I laid around a bit and read my book before leaving. The terrain today was as hilly as some days in BC. The hills themselves are covered from top to bottom in mostly pine trees. With the rising and falling of the land I was able to look out and see the massive Lake Superior. It's odd to see a body of water that isn't an ocean yet spanning over the horizon.
At Rossport I had climbed a 150m hill and was treated to a nice little beach at the top along the highway. I picked a spot with long smooth rocks slanting into the water and crawled into Lake Superior for a refreshing wash and swim. Afterwards I laid back on the sun warmed rocks and watched the clouds lazily crash into one another for some great relaxation.
A few more lumpy hills and I arrived in Schreiber where I casually rolled around the streets for a bit until I decided I'd stay at a roman catholic church. I was able to ring the ministers door and inquire about camping. He seemed to be a bit reluctant but decided it would be fine. He came out a bit later and we chatted about how my tour was and what I did each day. He seemed pretty amazed with the concept, and I've grown to see it's not all that hard but just takes time and dedication.
The Pastor invited me for coffee in the morning and bid me farewell and I shall camp in the safety of the church yard on this slightly chilly night in Ontario.
