Manitoulin Island
After the Grand Adventure that was every province west of Ontario, especially Alberta and British Columbia, I had no plans to slow down. I knew I needed smaller plans, that would fit between chemo sessions, and something like Manitoulin Island was a perfect little challenge.
As an asside, I don't know how I expected to manage anything under treatment. It was a race between the disease and the treatment to destroy my body. I was never going to be able to take the Manitoulin trip as I imagined.
On a beautiful, sunny day my aunt Nancy Fallat, uncle Terry and I set out for a quick tour of the eastern part of the island. We ate at the Anchor Inn (they messed up my order, but the order I got was probably safer for my condition than the loaded perogi I pined for.
Other highlights were the Ten Mile Point gift shop, stepping foot into Lake Manitou (largest freshwater lake on an island in a freshwater lake), and, best for my interests, we saw the swing bridge swing.
Plus, lots of Joey, the brand new (and very nervous) rescue dog. His nervousness had me leaving him alone