On Coming Home

Well, here we are. Home sweet home. Good to be home again. Hopefully I’ll be able to get a good night’s sleep tonight. Didn’t sleep very well last night. Took me ages to fall asleep and even then I was only sleeping on and off while consistently having a dream about Barack Obama. Interestingly, Troy had a Barack Obama dream too last night! We’re definitely connected. Troy and I, that is. Not Troy, Barack Obama, and I. Though imagine how cool it would be if Obama was dreaming about Troy and me last night when Troy and I were having a dream about him.

We left Sault Ste. Marie around 9 in the morning. It was raining and the rain didn’t stop until we were three-quarter way to Sudbury. Since it wasn’t raining anymore, we decided to make a quick visit to the Big Nickel in Sudbury. The Big Nickel is BIG! I’d post a picture but I didn’t do digital during this trip so you just have to wait patiently until the film gets developed and I get around to scanning it.

We made another stop to check out a suspension bridge we’d seen on our way up on Highway 69. It’s called the William E. Small Bridge. It was built 50 feet above the French River and is apparently the largest snowmobile bridge of its kind in the world. It can hold up to 100 snowmobiles at a time! But if I went for a snowmobile ride with my 99 imaginary friends who all had a snowmobile, I wouldn’t try squeezing all 100 of us on it because when Troy and I were standing on one side at the same time, the bridge got kind of wobbly. And then we saw an otter, but none of us got a picture.

The rest of the drive was pretty much boring. It started raining again and the rain got heavier as we got closer to home. We got home around 8 in the evening. It’s been almost 3 hours since then and I am SO ready for bed! YAWN! Sorry for the boring post. I’m too tired to be interesting…