Neither Sarah nor I have been to Canada, but we have high expectations. We’re both outdoor enthusiasts and would like to see some bears and moose. On top of that I’m a hockey player and a huge fan of the sport. It sounds like a silly plan to look for somewhat dangerous animals, but what else would you expect from two kids on a camping trip, eh?
The border crossing goes smooth as silk. We pull out our passports, answer some standard questions, and off we go. It’s still early on this gloomy Sunday morning, and the streets are empty as we navigate through our first impression of Canada. I did immediately see a hockey rink and a casino, but the rest looked like any industrial city. Sault Ste. Marie is a big steel town, and we can tell. I don’t know what we expected, but instead of outdoor stores, hockey stores, and little family restaurants, the all-too-familiar faces of Ronald, Tim Horton, Wendy, and Colonel Sanders greet us with big Canadian smiles.