It's an overdue post, but since I'm already up with insomnia, here is an update on my vacation to area code 807.
You know you're in northwestern Ontario when you start seeing Robin's Donuts stores. Here's a shot of my take-out Robin's coffee early in the morning of July 20th, on the Trans-Canada Highway just west of White River.
1800 km from Toronto, and this is far as Mrs. Viggen* can take me. My family's cabin is another few kilometres by boat. Note the gorgeous Red Pine. The sound of the wind flowing through its needles is beyond calming.
* my car's nickname
The Bald Eagle population is thriving.
The view from my bedroom window.
I had a great time. Unfortunately, when I came back to Toronto, there was a total shitstorm at work, and I've been trying to recover ever since. Increased dosages of anti-depressants are helping, as is a strong ethic of "I don't give a fuck."