The Journey Home - the Last Leg

On 10 Aug, we crossed the Canadian border at Sarnia, On; as luck would have it, we were in the line with the most diligent customs agent in the world. I think in our line only one vehicle got through for about 3 to five vehicles in the other lanes. One UHaul truck behind me, pulled out and got into the next line over, he was long gone before I got through the border. There was a shift change just as I got there, the new agent didn't take much time letting me through. 

Our first stop was Point Farms Provincial Park on Lake Huron near Goderich, Ontario.  It was at one time, like the name says a farm, a popular Victorian resort, so more like a health farm or spa where people came to relax.  The camp sites were wide but not very deep, even with my small trailer I had to park the car across the site. They had a very nice dog beach. I just walked down the first evening but took the dogs back the next day to play in the water.

Point Farms Provincial Park

Lake Huron dog beach

The next day I drove into Goderich, which calls itself the most beautiful town in Ontario. But first I stopped to see the grave site of Tiger Dunlop. I had never heard of him before but he seems like he was quite the character.  Goderich was very pretty and the dogs and I walked around town and down by the lake before returning to the campsite to go to the dog beach.

The next day it was quite windy so the waves were a little high. The dogs did enjoy chasing and snapping at the waves. I found it was easier to hold Teddy's leash and let him go out deeper while Liam on the long line stayed in shallower water.

I also caught a beautiful sunset on this second night at Point Farms. Actually I think I missed the best of it; the sun had just dipped below the horizon when I arrived at the lookout but the sound of the waves is also beautiful.

The next day we were off to Sibbald Point Provinical Park. Sibbbald Point is on Lake Simcoe and is only 70 kilometres from Toronto so the park and its facilities were quite crowded. We were camped on a small loop with only 6 or 7 campsites so it didn't seem bad but once you went down to the washrooms, the camp store or beach you noticed how crowded it was. In the afternoon, the parking lots were full and they stopped letting day users in, even the parking lot to the camp store was full as it was also the parking lot for a day use area.  There's a museum onsite called Eildon Hall which was once the home of the family the park is named after. Admission is free so that was nice but you're not allowed to take pictures inside. 

Sibbald Provincial Park

Eildon Hall

Also just outside the park is a church with a nice cemetery on the shores of Lake Simcoe. Stephen Leacock and some other notables are buried here including many of the Sibbald family.

St Georges Church

Lake Simcoe view from the cemetery

Stephen Leacock's grave

Sibbald family plot

Sibbald Point also has a dog beach so Teddy and Liam got to play in the water again.  I waited until the afternoon hoping that it would be a little less crowded; it probably was but I still had to maneuver between crowds of people picnicking to get to the dog beach.  The water was much calmer here so Teddy was easier to handle, with waves he is just so frantic to chase them.

Lake Simcoe

Teddy wading in Lake Simcoe

The next day we would be off to our last stop, Bon Echo Provincial Park. This is a very popular park and we were only able to get one night in the same campsites, staying even two nights would have meant moving campsites so the last stop on the journey would only be for one night. Bon Echo is a great place to canoe or kayak. There is a large rock face called Mazinaw Rock that has pictographs on it. Bon Eco also has a very nice dog beach. It's a small sandy crescent with a large grassy area. Dogs are even allowed to be off leash.

Bon Echo Provincial Park

Bridge to dog beach

Teddy wading at the bridge

Mazinaw Rock

Kayakers coming back.

When we started out the trip seemed like it would last forever but like everything else it had to come to an end. We had bad weather and little mishaps but in ten weeks we never set up or tore down in the rain, we got home in one piece and have many wonderful memories.  I'd call that a great trip! Am I ready to do it again? Well, maybe next year.