Day 30 Rest Day in Kenora, Ontario

The sun is out today!  We have a chance to dry out ourselves and our equipment, as well as enjoy the lovely area here.

Below is a picture of a new boat dock in Kenora back in 1927.  Kenora has been a tourist destination, especially for the population of Winnipeg, for years.  There are large numbers of luxury boats on Lake of the Woods, which occupies parts of the Canadian Provinces of Ontario and Manitoba, along with the State of Minnesota.  The Lake is over 70 miles long and wide, containing more than 14,552 islands and 65,000 miles of shoreline!  For fisherman out there, it is touted to be the walleye capital of the world!  

 

In the campground office I found this old time toboggan with 2x4 runners.

As I mentioned earlier, Connor, our truck driver, had a concussion during a bicycle accident, and he has decided to abandon his effort to continue driving across the country.   Bud, the tour director, arrived to drive the truck and trailer, so that Connor can take a bus home.  Unfortunately, the roads around Kenora have sustained damage from the historic rains of yesterday, and it is unclear how Connor will get out.

Everyone is exhausted from the last two days of riding.  The fatigue is causing cyclists to do silly things.  One rider left his expensive smartwatch in a bathroom, but luckily it was found and returned to him.  I somehow dropped my phone in the grass during an early morning relief in the bush.  Frantically I looked everywhere I had been, and finally found it in the grass below the bush.  We really need this rest day badly!  

Here is a look at the camp pavilion on the peaceful Lake of the Woods.

 

A visitor to our camp this morning!

 

 

I went into town  to grab some dinner.  Ended up at a KFC and chowed down on some chicken.  Saw the sights below along the way.  An impressive amphitheater across the bay in Kenora.

 

 

Husky the Musky on Lake of the Woods.  Musky is short for Muskallunge, also nicknamed "the fish of 1000 casts".  It is the largest member of the predatory Pike family, and its name originates in the Ojibwe and Algonquin languages.  Growing up in Minnesota, I caught many Walleyed and Northern Pike, but the Musky is elusive, and I was never fortunate to have one on the end of my line.  My father caught one on Leach Lake, however,  it was under the legal minimum size limit, and was turned back to grow some more.  We are told that there are Muskies in Tennessee also, although we have never caught one, or seen one caught in the time we lived there.  Note Husky the Musky's size in comparison to my bicycle at his base.

Tomorrow we will be back in the saddle!  Visit again for more of our adventures!