The pass between Pays Plat and Cavers at the top of Lake Superior is nearly 11 km long divided almost evenly between uphill and downhill escarpments with grades approaching 8% on many sections so those who are weak stomached or decide to skimp on new brakes for the car need to turn around and go back to Toronto.
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GRAN’S CANADA HIGHWAY – EPISODE 6: THUNDER BAY TO KENORA by Jaimie Vernon
Posted in Family, life, Opinion, Serialized Book with tags Bob Segarini, Canada, Canadian National Railway, Canadian Pacific Railway, Cavers, DBAWIS, Don't Believe a Word I Say, Dryden, Eagle Lake, Elsie MacGill, English River, Fort William, Grand Trunk Railway, Highway 61, Hudson's Bay Company, Hurricane Bomber, Jacques de Noyon, Jaimie Vernon, John Dryden, Kakabeka Falls, Kama, Kaministiquia, Kenora, Lake Superior, Lakehead Region, National Transcontinental Railway, Ojibwe, Pierre de La Vérendrye, Port Arthur, Portage-aux-Rats, road trip, Sir Wilfred Laurier, Sleeping Giant, Thor, Thunder Bay, Trans-Canada Highway, Wannange Lake on August 3, 2020 by segariniGRAN’S CANADA HIGHWAY – EPISODE 5: THE SOO by Jaimie Vernon
Posted in Family, life, Opinion, Serialized Book with tags Algoma Railway, American, Angelina Napolitano, Canadian Motor Hotel, Etienne Brule, Highway 17, Knight's Inn, Lake Superior, Marathon, Montreal River, Ojibwa, RCAF, road trip, Sault Ste. Marie, Soo locks, Terry Fox, Thunder Bay, Trans-Canada Highway, Wawa, Wawa Goose, World War 2 on July 27, 2020 by segariniJAIMIE VERNON – MY SUMMER HOLIDAY 1975 – PART 1
Posted in Opinion with tags Big Nickel, Bob Segarini, Canadian Music Trans Canada Highway, DBAWIS, Don't Believe a Word I Say, Expo 67, Jaimie Vernon, Kenora, Lake Huron, Lake Superior, moon landing, NASA, North Bay, Ontario, Orillia, Port Arthur, road trip, Route 17, Sault Ste. Marie, Skylark, Sudbury, Summer Holiday, Theselon, Three's A Crowd, Thunder Bay, Travel, WW2 on June 6, 2015 by segarini
For those remotely following along at home you may know that my current day gig is to impersonate a security guard at cemeteries around Toronto. On Sunday and Monday nights I’m usually assigned to Pine Hills in Scarborough. Many of my relatives are buried there as I’ve posted most recently in acknowledging my mother’s mother’s 100th birthday.