A word on traveling: being exposed to foreign sights, sounds and cultural exchanges for 18 hours a day requires hummingbird like stamina. Eventually a day of rest and recovery is required to catalog the backlog of data and experiences.
Between the cites, near the town of Port Hope, we found a spot for our recuperation: a race track!
Pulling over on a grassy hill, we boiled water for tea and nestled into our duvets, watching a amateur endurance race place conveniently below us.
Watching screaming Honda's, roaring Vipers and lumbering NASCARS case each other around a track was both mind numbing and strangely comforting; just the right amount of action for our red lined brains to handle.
Not rushing to Montreal, we fried up a delicious English Breakfast on the green soupy shores of Lake Ontario. Following the lake shore we stayed at a campground next to a small burbling stream; that night we heard splashing as a three foot Salmon struggled upstream, completing it's life cycle.
They say a fish has no feelings but we could see the exhaustion on its smooth face; Ami was so moved she almost jumped in to lift her fishy friend over the rocks, but as she knew it had miles to go, before reaching its mecca.
