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"We were to spend Friday night and Saturday in Toronto, 115 miles from London, with friends of Bill and Faith's and go on the Kirkland Lake Sunday. Bob and Margaret Nye and their young son Jonathon, although perfect strangers to J.W. and me, were perfectly lovely to us. The kind of people you seem to have known always. Due to two accidents, construction work on the highway, heavy afternoon traffic it took us exactly one hour and a half to drive eight miles from near the airport in to Toronto. I am sure glad Bill drove for us. Of course at dinner my high-falutin' diverticulitis decided to act up. I could not indulge too much in the delicious food and drink offered to us. Bob and Margaret insisted we return to them when we left Kirkland Lake for home, but, we felt this would be too much an imposition so did not make any promise.
Sunday morning, although we hated to say goodbye to Bill for what we knew would be another year or more, we were anxious to be on our way. After a nice breakfast Bob and Bill escorted us to the edge of the Metropolis (a city with the population of Toronto, 1,835,000 should be called a metropolis don't you think?) where we were to pick up Route 400 north. We were glad they did. Highway 401 which we took out of Toronto is a perfect nightmare. nine lanes of traffic going in each direction, without overpasses, underpasses, exits and yields by the score. I am sure a master-mind laid out the highway, I am equally sure that he was a raving maniac by the time he was finished. However, I am told this was merely the belt-line around the city such as we have in the larger cities of the United States. Downtown Toronto I was told have twelve lanes going each way and as many over and underpasses, exits etc., as the other. I am glad I had no business downtown but if I had been asked to do so I bet I'd have made it. Wanta bet?
We had a drive of 355 miles ahead of us over new territory. Traffic was very heavy for the first 55 miles, the first Monday in every month is a legal holiday in Canada so people by the hundreds were off to the many parks, lakes and river for fishing, boating, camping and just picnicking.
After a long hard day's drive, and after counting off each mile that brought us nearer our journey's end we finally arrived in Kirkland Lake where our dear Faith and the grandchildren were waiting. Needless to say that although they were not sure whether we would arrive on Sunday or Monday we were joyously welcomed. Just time enough for a needed visit to "you know where" and we locked our car, transferred to the bus (Faith's Chevrolet bus) and we were off for a picnic supper on one of the many lakes which surround Kirkland Lake.
The weather was a bit chilly for us, Floridians who have allowed their blood to thin, but it was good for us, very invigorating. They have no air pollution there and it is very clear. Can you imagine sitting before a roaring fire the first week in August? Almost like going swimming in the Atlantic on Christmas Day. We will have proof if our pictures are any good.?"
"We were to spend Friday night and Saturday in Toronto, 115 miles from London, with friends of Bill and Faith's and go on the Kirkland Lake Sunday. Bob and Margaret Nye and their young son Jonathon, although perfect strangers to J.W. and me, were perfectly lovely to us. The kind of people you seem to have known always. Due to two accidents, construction work on the highway, heavy afternoon traffic it took us exactly one hour and a half to drive eight miles from near the airport in to Toronto. I am sure glad Bill drove for us. Of course at dinner my high-falutin' diverticulitis decided to act up. I could not indulge too much in the delicious food and drink offered to us. Bob and Margaret insisted we return to them when we left Kirkland Lake for home, but, we felt this would be too much an imposition so did not make any promise.
Sunday morning, although we hated to say goodbye to Bill for what we knew would be another year or more, we were anxious to be on our way. After a nice breakfast Bob and Bill escorted us to the edge of the Metropolis (a city with the population of Toronto, 1,835,000 should be called a metropolis don't you think?) where we were to pick up Route 400 north. We were glad they did. Highway 401 which we took out of Toronto is a perfect nightmare. nine lanes of traffic going in each direction, without overpasses, underpasses, exits and yields by the score. I am sure a master-mind laid out the highway, I am equally sure that he was a raving maniac by the time he was finished. However, I am told this was merely the belt-line around the city such as we have in the larger cities of the United States. Downtown Toronto I was told have twelve lanes going each way and as many over and underpasses, exits etc., as the other. I am glad I had no business downtown but if I had been asked to do so I bet I'd have made it. Wanta bet?
We had a drive of 355 miles ahead of us over new territory. Traffic was very heavy for the first 55 miles, the first Monday in every month is a legal holiday in Canada so people by the hundreds were off to the many parks, lakes and river for fishing, boating, camping and just picnicking.
After a long hard day's drive, and after counting off each mile that brought us nearer our journey's end we finally arrived in Kirkland Lake where our dear Faith and the grandchildren were waiting. Needless to say that although they were not sure whether we would arrive on Sunday or Monday we were joyously welcomed. Just time enough for a needed visit to "you know where" and we locked our car, transferred to the bus (Faith's Chevrolet bus) and we were off for a picnic supper on one of the many lakes which surround Kirkland Lake.
The weather was a bit chilly for us, Floridians who have allowed their blood to thin, but it was good for us, very invigorating. They have no air pollution there and it is very clear. Can you imagine sitting before a roaring fire the first week in August? Almost like going swimming in the Atlantic on Christmas Day. We will have proof if our pictures are any good.?"
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