[Lana] Although my thumb is not exactly green - it is, in fact, more of a withered brown - I did find that the plants were very interesting and cool to look at. All the diverse species almost gave me a feeling as though I was walking through an ancient time just from the sheer size of some of the flora. In my head, I was totally hearing Pa Lilies explaining each one and how best to landscape them in his yard... "This type of soil... this type of lighting... oh it's way too cold for this one... I'm surprised this can grow here!"...
[John] Oh my gosh, he totally would have done that!! Love you, Dad!
[Lana] Love you too, Pa Lilies!
[John] This place was cool and we got to take some neat pictures of the different shapes and textures found in the plants. Maybe we also took some goofy pictures of each other.
[Lana] We wouldn't do that, would we?
[John] No, you're right. We took completely ridiculous pictures of each other.
We really did have a nice, relaxing time. There was a couple sitting on a bench in the Conservatory, that we came across as we were leaving, and it was the first time I realized how free some people feel now that marijuana is legal in Canada. Now, smoking weed is still illegal in non-smoking areas so they shouldn't have been enjoying their substance inside where they were, but they were not concerned about it and wow was it strong! It was nice to see them having a good time.
After our time at the Bontanical Conservatory, Kim drove us around town looking for our standard souvenir requirements. Unfortunately, Sundays in Thunder Bay mean that not much is open and so we were unable to find anything to carry home with us. However, we struck a deal with Kim - he was wanting a Toronto Raptors hat and so we agreed that we would send Raps gear for the family after we arrived back at home, and Kim would send us the Thunder Bay souvenirs we were looking for.
[Lana] Thinking that Thunder Bay is a hub of the north, I didn't think that it would be so difficult to find souvenirs even on a Sunday. Apparently, I was mistaken.
[John] Yes, I'm so accustomed to living in a city where everything is open all the time, I hadn't even considered that shops would be closed on a Sunday. Definitely a learning experience for me.
So, empty-handed but with a plan in place, we made our way back to Kim's house to meet up with the rest of the family for the remainder of the day.
Kim, Tina, Nia, and Sia were all around for our final afternoon and so we were able to have a little bit of down time with them. This was a nice way to end our time there, though it was the day that the black flies decided to emerge and thus some bites were received before we made it back to the hotel. Bites that lasted for quite a few weeks after, I might add... darn black flies.
Knowing we would have another early morning and a long, extended day of driving back across the province, we bid an early goodnight and settled in for a decent rest. It was really difficult for me to say our "see ya laters" to the gang but it is something I have come to accept.
While writing up these two days of travels, we realized that we neglected to mention a couple of the roadside attractions we saw on Day 7, so here is a little run-down of those...
There was a stone fence that Lana really wanted to see - a small stone wall that had animals built into it. Despite the fact that Kim doesn't get to travel much around the city because of his schedule, he still knew precisely where the wall was and took us straight there. Sure enough, it was what Lana was looking for and he took his pictures, though it was a struggle. We had to situate ourselves in the parking lot where the fence can be found, which meant facing the road to take photos and so, the pictures were not the best or easiest to manage.
Also, while driving to Mission Island Marsh, we crossed a little bridge that had on both sides of the bridge railing, hand-crafted iron fish. These were also tough to take pictures of but Kim did his best to slow down and safely give Lana time to get some shots. (Lana tends to do the majority of picture-taking, as I usually wait until the mood strikes me and I can get up close to the subject.)