I passed a historical monument for the Last Spike at Feist Lake.
In 1875, the promise to connect the newly acquired western provinces of British Columbia and Manitoba made some headway.
The section of railway from Thunder Bay to Red River took seven years to build.
I had to smile when I read on the plaque, “Thousands of workers battled mosquitoes and black flies as they cut trees, blasted granite, bridged chasms, and filled in muskeg.”
The Ontario north certainly makes you earn your stripes.
I sometimes forget that Canada didn’t have all its bits and pieces 150 years ago in 1867.
Manitoba didn’t join the Confederation until 1870, and British Columbia joined in 1871.
Think about how much railroad had already connected this country before Alberta and Saskatchewan joined the Confederation in 1905.
Though I saw a lot of them in Quebec, I still pass by homes that are older than Canada.
It’s wild!
The views today are spectacular.
I have seen far more lakes today than yesterday, and many of them have islands in them.
There’s something about an island in a lake that I love.
I even passed a body of water called Island Lake, although from my viewpoint, there wasn’t a single island in it.
False advertising, if you ask me, but a gorgeous lake nevertheless.
