At 9:15 a.m. we head east, 180 miles or so in low cloud, fog, and fine drizzle. We stop at a pub in the town of Marathon. Here we are shouted beers and hot chips, and one chap, Don, takes us to his house for the night.
We have eggs on toast for breakfast, and we head onto the road in better weather. At a roadside lunch stop, we meet a man on a Harley-Davidson Sportster with a tent. His name is Mark, and he’s heading for Florida, having a job lined up on the construction of a new Disneyland there. We travel together to Sault Ste. Marie on the Canada/United States border.
We get accommodation with the Salvation Army, and the owner of a nearby bar shouts us a free jug of beer.