Last night, the GPS got confused and told me that I was on a logging road. Just as I was getting close to Thunder Bay. Not within mobile range, of course, since I would have been able to use the GPS on my telephone. But it got unconfused as I arrived at the hotel. Convenient, that.

I can assure you that life in northern Ontario is exactly what you would expect it to be. If I wasn’t so tired, I’d fall asleep.

But I have discovered an oasis. In a moment, though.

I got occasional mobile coverage between Thunder Bay and Sudbury. When I say occasional, I mean approximately 15 minutes total talk time between those two points. And I was able to find a bed and breakfast to console my boredom upon arrival. I was even able to bake potatoes to relieve my reliance on cold, dry foods, which are killing me from the inside.

Potatoes are my savior.

If you ever stay in Sudbury, don’t miss the opportunity to visit The Artisan Upstairs. Quite honestly, it’s the most lovely bed and breakfast that I have ever experienced. Five stars don’t do the place justice. Do not, however, trust your GPS. It will get you lost on the way. I got stuck in a train yard that it thought was a throughroad.

Time to revel in crisp sheets and soft pillows. Ta.