Day 22: Last straw(s)

I didn't so much wake up this morning as I did eventually decide that I was sick of shivering inside my completely enclosed mummy bag. I had thought that a sleeping bag rated to 2 degrees would be warm enough for the month of August but I was obviously wrong.

Last night was likely only 4 or 5 degrees, but apparently the company also lied. Alas, not much I could do but wait for the sun to heat things up a bit and get on the road.

The hills just past marathon were fitting to the name and once again *drumroll please* there was a bit of a headwind. Personally, I've been quite amazed that while following a circle around lake Superior, the wind has managed to track me and blow in my face the whole way.

It was also an interesting experience to be cold all day but still manage a sunburn on my neck. That was sadly the most noteworthy part of my day on the road.

By the time I reached White River, I'd had enough and wasn't even going to try to be a tough guy again. It was already cooling off and my body ached in ways I've never experienced. I decided to swallow my pride and go to a motel. Once I had made the decision to take it easy, in true Saunderson fashion, I was sure to do it right. Say what you will, but at 6pm today, this sight was the very definition of the word heaven:

Motel room with bathtub: $62.17
Large pepperoni pizza: $13.73
Two cans lager beer: a few charming smiles at reception
Scratching an itch of 3 cravings at once: Priceless

Since it was late on a Sunday in a small town, the liquor store was closed. However, when I put on my utterly hearbroken face, the receptionist felt compelled to dig a couple out of her fridge for me. The rest is glorious history.

I'm sure you're trying to remind me that I need to get back on the road tomorrow and I still have a few days in the bush before the Soo. Unfortunately, I can't hear you over the sound of how awesome I am right now.