Where’s the gas?

On recommendations from Lee, I took the scenic route 60 through the Algonquin Park.  It was a beloved road, fore it reacquainted me with that lustful experience of curves in the road.  There were up and downs, twists and turns, and more Moose warning signs than blessings at  Christmas eve mass.  I was on a quest today to replace my road-lost shoes, and I stopped in Huntsville to shop.  Having decided on a pair of slip-ons (I’m retired, remember?) I treated myself to a hot meal at Mario’s.  I was freezing, for when I left the KOA it was sunny and I could feel it warming, but once on the road it became overcast and the temperature never peaked above 62 F.

I was lost in the brain freeze and forgot to fuel before entering the park, but alas, those missteps turned into joyful adventures, as I followed a fictional sign to gas.  I followed this single lane path for several miles, worrying about the dang moose that the signs warned me about.  My caution and my quest for fuel were for naught, and I had to retrace my path back to the main thoroughfare.

I fueled on the other side of just another flagman marshaling the traffic—what little there was— through that common summer occurrence, road construction.  I have lost count of those blasted interruptions.  Outside the park now, and with the increase of speed, I faced a wall of water.  It approached without the slightest regard for my enjoyment.  The rain was thicker than ankles at a quilting convention.  To my good fortune, it did not last long, just long enough to recognize my exposed neck and the drizzle down my front from that opening in my armor.

Rolling into Renfrew, I topped off with petro, found refuge in a Wendi’s to collect my bearings and find the directions to the campsite.

I asked the host to upgrade me to a cabin, having lost my courage in the second torrential downpour.  The weather has turned much colder, so I find myself thankful for the sound decision to get my warmer camp gear and leave the perforated gear at home.

Tomorrow, despite my best efforts to be spontaneous, I will try to reach Vermont.