A walk with fire.

We left Whitefish, ON and headed on to London, ON.

On the way we made a stop in Sudbury to see the big nickel, have you seen it? It's big.

I was impressed. 

The next stop we made that day was in St. Jacobs. It was this cute little (cute town rating 7/10) town in the middle of no where, filled with tiny little shops designed for tourists. Mum and I walked around the town for about an hour, soon realizing all the shops were practically the same. They were all filled with little gifts, Canada themed items, and overly priced clothing.  Luckily for us, only the food sucked us in. We found ice cream served out of an old railway car and baked goods from a Mennonite bakery. 

We made it to London and set up Buggie for a couple days. Finally. A couple days staying in one place, I get to leave my bed set up! (I usually have to make my bed each night and take it down in the mornings).

That evening mum and I rode around the area chasing fireflies (we didn't actually chase them). Everywhere we went we'd see these amazing little sparks of fire out of the corner of our eyes. At first we didn't know what they were, but Bob soon told us. They reminded me of bioluminescence in the ocean at my summer place, except these little guys were in fewer numbers and also in the air. Back at the Buggie site there was also these funny rodents running around everywhere, may have been muskrats. 

About the size of a house cat.

The next morning we headed over to Niagara Falls. It was crowded, and before even looking at the falls, mum and I rusted to the Hershey's store. We didn't buy to much chocolate...

How could we not?!

We had to fight our way through crowds and refreshing mist to see the falls, and even more fighting to get to the spot the water actually falls over the edge at your feet. There was people everywhere, I'm sure glad I don't live around there. We rode an elevator down 125 metres behind the falls and explored the tunnels beneath, yet still we found people everywhere.

 There they are.

Bet you haven't seen a selfie with the falls behind before. 

(Haha...)

We drove down to Niagara-on-the-Lake for dinner that night, thinking we'd avoid the millions of tourists... Nope. Just as many tourists here, apparently we all had the same idea. Oh well. On the bright side, it was a really charming-adorable-perfect-cute little town. Big brick houses, perfectly mowed lawns, giant old trees lining the streets, adorable stores, it was a 10/10 on the town cuteness scale (there's been a lot of cute little towns in Ontario, Bobs tired of our "Awes!" and "Wow! Look at that one!").

A unique little dress shop in the middle of town.

The next morning we headed down to Point Pelee National Park (on the way there, we stopped at a fruit stand and found black raspberries! They tasted like a cross between blackberries and grapes, but had the texture of raspberries...weird). It is the most southerly point on mainland Canada (Middle island, only metres from the border is Canada's most southerly island). We had a freight canoe ride through a beautiful little bog in the park, and of course we walked out to the point...

Doesn't look like much of a point, does it? 

We stopped for fish and chips for dinner, and had fresh perch from Lake Erie, they were pretty good, I'd give them a 8/10.

The next day was rather uneventful, we dropped Buggie off for an RV check up (Bob wanted a couple things fixed, nothing major), then made our way from London to the Trent Hills, ON area for the night. We couldn't find a Buggie site (we tired to drive into one, but it was over priced and Buggie almost got stuck driving around the RV sites tiny little roads) so we parked in a church parking lot for the night... No one was around, ha ha.

Before bed we all walked around the area for a little bit, chasing the fireflies again. Maybe the last time we'll see them for awhile, headed for the big cities now.

ETR. Unknow.

Gabe.