Canadian Odyssey – Epilogue

The railing on the ferry from Pelee Island to Sandusky. This boat has seen better days.

The railing on the ferry from Pelee Island to Sandusky. This boat has seen better days.

A man at the next table said, “Anyone taking the ferry to the mainland this morning is in for a rough ride.”

Not what I wanted to hear, but I’ve been there. The last time I’d been to the Lake Erie islands, I kayaked in seven-foot waves, eventually taking a swim — and pulling the coaming off the cockpit getting out of my overturned boat. I don’t do Eskimo rolls. I do the scared white guy getting the hell out of there maneuver. In kayaking jargon, that’s known as a “wet exit.” They probably call it that because, at that point, you’re so terrified you’ve pissed yourself.

It was quite a ride. The waves looked to be in the five-foot range, and the ferry from Pelee Island to Sandusky was a tub compared to the mini luxury liner I’d taken three days earlier from the Canadian mainland to the island.

The Canoebaru — they pack your cars like sardines on the ferry to Sandusky.

The Canoebaru — they pack your cars like sardines.

But I didn’t mind. I’d been in Canada much of August and it would be good to come home. Unlike previous trips up there, I felt satiated, like I’d done all I wanted to do. I spent time fishing at Lake Nipissing with my father and brother, canoed and camped eight days in Algonquin Provincial Park and finally visited Pelee Island. I also ate at half the Tim Hortons in Ontario.

As the saying goes — It is good to be king; it’s even better to be retired.

The ferry ride was more thrilling than anything Cedar Point had to offer. And you didn’t have to wait in line.

The ferry ride was more thrilling than anything Cedar Point had to offer. And you didn’t have to wait in line. (This photo was taken inside the bay, where the lake was much calmer.)

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Back in the U.S. and anticipating the third-degree, anal probes and verbal abuse going through customs.

Back in the U.S. and anticipating the third-degree, anal probes and verbal abuse going through customs.

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