total km: 4781.0
“In it’s early days as a shipping center, Owen Sound rocked with brothers, bars and merchant seamen” (Lonely Planet, 2004). Though not as raucous as it’s younger self, its appeal is still strong enough to warrant a mere 40km day and a day off following. The city is a red brick stunner, and not just the downtown area. The suburbs and industrial waterfront were given the same brick treatment, which has all been preserved and adapted seamlessly to modern life.
Our place of residence during our stay was Harrison Campground, south of the city center lying along the Syndenham River. This is one of the most picturesque and well equipped campgrounds we’ve been to yet. Along the winding river we could find basketball courts, a playground, picnic area, a restaurant with affordable icecream, a good sized swimming pool, hot tub and various well maintained hiking trails leading out and around the campground.
So far we have painted for you a very serene scene, but disturbing the peace were hundreds of dogs and their frightful owners. Apparently, we chanced on arriving the night before the start of the annual dog show that occurs right in the park/campground. It was interesting, and so beyond us. These people buzz around with importance and purpose, as though the bewildering competition means the world to other people as well. They arrive in Greyhound Bus sized RVs that are towing smaller RVs. The dogs sleep in the collosal ones while the owners reside in the smaller ones. For those who don’t tow their dog castles behind them, they still provide their dogs with full sized circus tents complete with four-post beds while the owners sleep on thermarests in regular sized tents.
Thoughts of removing the tables went through Brandon’s mind as he passed this grooming station. 
We nicknamed the close one Brando (after Marlon, not Brandon) because his bark was reminiscent of the Godfather with a mouth full of helium. 
We’d take a swarm of black flies over this clan any day whose chorus of high pitched yelps sounds much like dying seagulls (we actually did think seagulls were dying one morning - no joke). On our rest day we decided to improve Katie’s aerodynamics.
Before. 
After. In our russian roulette strategy in choosing a salon we lucked out. Tara was as talented as she (and her co-worker) were entertaining. Upon informing them of our journey the co-worker asked “Can I touch you? I’ve never touched any one so god damn healthy!” The two other retired women in the chairs laughed along at their many politically borderline outburts. At $29 after a generous tip we thought it was steal.
Katie posing for the after picture while Tara and coworker steal the show.
Katie looking enlightened (and chic)
Even Shoppers looks historic here
We took this picture of the Tom Thomson Art Gallery on our way by, assuming we'd be back to check out the rest of it later. Unfortunately, we missed it.
...but we got some blogging done in the library next door.
Twilight flyfishing.B&K
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