Wet say to Nipigon

We passed through Dorion, Ontario today.... Should have been Dorian, given the color of the sky; we had no sun today. It wasn't as wet as Texas, but we left Duluth in the rain and arrived at Nipigon in the rain, 350 miles in the rain.
Leaving Duluth, a town unfamiliar to all of us, was quite a puckery experience.
I'm sure we passed some great scenery, we just didn't see it.
Christmas the year I was 10, I wanted a .22 rifle. Badly.
In those days, Rural Free Delivery meant the mailman left your packages down at the mailbox. One day on December he left a rifle-shaped box. When I opened the box Christmas morning, it was  a Daisy air rifle. Obviously, I was disappointed. Today was sort of like that -- the box was the right shape, but doggone it, it turned out to be a BB gun.
Tomorrow's ride to Sault Ste Marie promises to be a rifle.
-- My First Gear riding boots kept my feet dry today, alone on our foursome.
-- Much of Minnesota apparently travels to Lake Superior for Memorial Day weekend. As we were headed to the north shore, the holidayers were coming toward us, many with canoes strapped on top of their cars. Grand Marais appears to be a popular resort; once past that touristy community, southbound traffic slowed to a trickle.
-- Canadian customs officials are apparently trained not to be friendly.
-- Dinner tonight at Sunnyside (!) Restaurant. Proprietor Brian Bannion was once Northern Ontario Junior Curling Champion. Brian explained to us the intricacies and the difference between good ice and bad ice.
Al Hockner, once a World Champion curler, is also from Nipogon and several other curling luminaries are from the Nipigon/Red Rock area. We are at the center of the curling world.
--Trip statistician Jeff says our overall average today was a puny 35.6 miles per hour. But we're at the motel in time to watch the first installment of Texas Rising on the History Channel.