I'm trying to get to Vancouver Island. I'm a bit dismayed at the state of Ontario and winter isn't to my liking at the moment. Hitchhiking has been an uphill battle, with every passing day growing worse.
I spent the last six hours of today standing outside of Highway 519's divide onto the 17 after a rather frigid night and I burned my sleeping bag being a goof. I also lost my bivvy somewhere in Sudbury. Shame on me, as its the first crucial item I've ever lost in six years of hitchhiking.
This winter has been odd. There's a good deal of temperature fluctuations and my shoes aren't built to withstand below zero temperatures.
So far so good. I'm taking a bus from White River to Thunder Bay and hopeful to erase a good chunk of desolate emptiness to avoid the onslaught of wind chill.
Only today I suffered. These moments are perfect to distract me from my true sufferings.
Sorry that I can't upload any additional photos. The wifi here is very slow.
I also had a splendid encounter with a schizophrenic native woman. She was belligerent as I asked her a few questions. She called me a white bastard, then swore death upon the English, made very crude gestures about the molestations in residential schools and then gave me three Tim Hortons gift cards (I think they're already used) before she left. I gave her some weed cause why not, I'm not keen to smoke it anymore.
Additional information: The bus to Thunder Bay arrives at 2:30am.