Day 43-Manitowaning, Ontario
Massey to Manitowaning, Manitoulin Island
Distance: 111 km
Temp: 26 degrees

Thankfully our galley crew breakfast was successful, both in reviews and in our compatibility-we were all pleasantly surprised and happy to begin the day without drama.
BP and I seemed to have moved on from our last spat and have managed to find a common ground-I am very impressed with our grown-up behaviour and ability to get along.

We started the ride on a country road, which although gravelly, was relatively traffic-free.
After stopping at Tim’s for a tea we set out onto a much hillier and busier route; the first half of the ride again being terrifying due to the complete lack of shoulder, and aggressive holiday traffic.
A couple of people pulled into camp in near tears due to the traffic, as one rider was very nearly hit in a similar situation that we faced yesterday with an overtaking car coming from the other direction.
At dinner we have all been sitting around and plotting ploys for revenge on malicious drivers.

As we were riding to Manitoulin Island, the terrain very quickly changed-we could see one of our favorite haunts, Killarney in the background.

The campground we’re staying in is another great one; as we’re on an island, we’re staying beside the water in a very pretty setting.
I was chatting with the owners and we were exchanging frightening animal stories (always a favorite campsite pastime)-they won as they showed me some pictures of a guy who had been mauled by a polar bear (he survived, bear lost, but not before performing what looked like crude surgery on the guy as he was missing parts and things just did not look at all right in the pictures.)
I felt quite queasy after seeing them (e-mail me if you wan to see them!) and wandered away from them, back to my tent where I made sure I checked for polar bears before going to bed. (I didn’t see any.)

Unfortunately we have a very rowdy group of people having a ‘horse-shoe throwing’ competition right beside our campsite.
It looks like a really boring game, but they seem to be having a blast tossing these things to and fro, as they cheer whenever one lands it seems.
Since we’re catching the ferry very early tomorrow morning for Tobermory, we all need to get to bed early.
I hope they pack it in early as I think the horses need their shoes back.