total km: ? (we forgot the book again! we suck we know)
We started our day off by saying goodbye to Winnie.
A short distance out of White River we neared an impressive milestone:
An even shorter distance later we reached it:
Our day was broken up into the ride to Wawa (96km) and then the extra 30km to Rabbit Blanket provincial park where the closest campsite was located. The ride to Wawa was great! Not only were there no hills, but we actually had a real tail wind the whole way. We totally flew there, and were at the tourist bureau by 3:30pm. But the real highlight were Wawan masterpieces (here you go Pat/dad):
Our personal favourite.
Michelangelo eat your heart out.But seriously we have fabulous news. Our beaver tally has finally graduated to one! We spotted him as he entered a culvert on his way to the other side of the highway and proceeded to wait like rabid paparazzi on the other end.
Midway through the photo shoot he decided he'd had enough of posing. He started slapping his tail against the water and diving underneath. We're unsure if this meant that he wanted us to bugger off, but we took it as an indication to leave him be. When we arrived in Wawa, we felt so great, that we chose to go the extra 30km to Rabbit Blanket campground. This section was much hillier (they were steep too) but the cooler evening temperature and the aiding winds made it very enjoyable. Both of us agreed that this was one of our best days yet. Really adding to the splendor of the day was the unexpected appearance of Old Woman Bay as we descended down a 7% gradient hill.
The water was a bright clear blue and the radiant evening light lent a golden hue to the sandy beaches and surrounding cliffs. It truly was breathtaking. Without conferring, we pulled over, ripped our sweaty shoes and socks off and ran barefoot through the sand and into our first great lake. Though still 10km from our campsite, the thought of eating dinner anywhere else was out of the question. Our packaged Subway sandwiches may not be the meal of choice for such a grand setting, but to us, fast food has never tasted so good.
We were inspired to change our dead batteries (hence no beach pictures) when we found this neurotic little guy trying to squeeze his way into the zippered compartment of Katie's pannier where the trail mix was. 
Moose tracks - evidence that they do exist.
Last climb to our campsite.B&K
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