CANADA, EH?

They say that Canadians are just like normal American people... only boring. That has not been our perception since getting a little exposure to Canadian culture over the last couple of years (i.e., hockey). Yesterday, however, we drove across from Michigan into Ontario, stopping for the night near London. Tomorrow we motor on to Niagara Falls. Besides seeing the falls, there is a Buffalo Wings Festival just down the road in -- you guessed it -- Buffalo, NY. There is also an Erie Canal museum that we're looking forward to.

We only have one photo to share from our trip here, which I'll save for later. No, the photo was not of the spectacularly high Bluewater Bridge between Port Huron, MI and Sarnia, Ontario. You see, that bridge was so high and freaked me out so much that it never even occurred to me to take pictures looking down 25 stories feet onto the treetops and tiny cars below. I think we are lucky Stacy was driving at the time.

We are staying in a little campground called Trout Haven, which has a creek running through it and a private trout pond stocked by the owners. You can fish there for only $2. But if you catch anything, you pay market price for it: $4-something per pound. We're having spaghetti.

Stacy and I both spent much of our youth in Orange County, California (she was born there and I lived there in the1960s and 1970s). One of our memories was a burger restaurant called Bob's Big Boy. The one in Costa Mesa had a huge statue of the "Big Boy" outside. Far as we know, all the Bob's in the west closed down years ago. But, coming across the midwest we've been seeing Big Boy restaurants, featuring the little fat boy character.

Well, yesterday we had lunch at one, just for old times sake. I share with you... the Big Boy:

Now aren't you glad you kept reading!