The worst...

Sault Ste. Marie - June 16

In any long voyage there has to be a breaking point, for us that happened at the two week mark. We were in Sault Ste. Marie that morning wandering the boardwalk and visiting the Canadian locks.  That's where the ships drive into this long canal and this door swings closed behind them.  The water is then let out of the canal and the ship lowers down to the water level on the other side.  It's like an elevator for ships.  We were watching the locks and melting in the early morning sun and humidity.  Our tick count for the day was already at 3.  I should've known it wasn't going to end well....

At about 3 pm we decided to leave "the Soo" and head for a campground "just outside of Sudbury" for the night.  Our children were hot, cranky and tired.  We were too.  You'd think for a city roughly the same size as St. Albert it would be easy for me to navigate us directly to the highway. You'd be wrong. I managed to get us lost for about 45 minutes just wandering Sault Ste. Marie in our RV.  Greg was having to back the RV up in some pretty tiny places; I could feel my popularity falling by the minute.

Finally, we reached the highway. AH, FREEDOM! We were Fairbanks Campground bound.  It was going to be awesome.  Greg was still speaking to me through clenched teeth, but at least he was speaking to me again.  3 hours later we turned onto a gravel road. According to my superior navigating skills, this was the road to Fairbanks campground.  Yet, there wasn't any signage and it seemed to lead to farm houses. We were lost.

Greg turned the RV around in a ditch.  It wasn't pretty. I was now less popular than head lice and Nickelback.

Finally we found the exit to Fairbanks campground.  The road to the campground was mostly missing.  It was like Saskatchewan had taken a hold of the backcountry around Sudbury.  2 hours later we finally pulled into the campground for the night.  We gently navigated our way to our site which was too short and involved a sheer cliff drop off at the end.  After multiple tries to get into other sites, Greg had reached his breaking point.  We were leaving! I was scared to drive down that road again.  So at 10 o'clock at night we pulled into the group site. It was huge, there was no power and Greg was not levelling that "stupid RV".  The next morning we left at 5 am for Ottawa. Fairbanks campground would forever be known as Suckybanks to us.

We looked into switching drivers... apparently he couldn't reach the gas pedal. 

Group site B - thank you for saving my marriage.

Please don't leave us with these people...