A couple miles outside of Wawa, there was a trooper stopping traffic and talking to every passing vehicle. Apparently, there was a fatal accident near Old Woman Bay and the highway was closed. CLOSED! This is the Trans-Canada Highway. The one highway the goes coast to coast in Canada. There aren't smaller roads to take for a detour. When the Trans-Canada closes, you wait. The trooper said it would be after midnight before it was open and suggested I find a place in Wawa. I wasn't in the mood for a hotel, and he directed me to a private campground just a few miles back in the other direction. I wasn't pleased, but there really wasn't a choice.
I really lucked out with this new location, though. The campground was a family-run operation, and the woman gave me discounted rate of only $20 (as opposed to the average of nearly $50 at Provincial Parks. A rant for another time!) and gave me a few bundles of free firewood. She also placed me at a great site right on the banks of the Magpie River.


My typical meal routine consisted of a granola bar of trail mix for breakfast, a huge lunch at about 2:00 or 3:00, then something small for dinner after camp was set. Tonight was a delicious can of Chef Boyardee.
I really lucked out with this new location, though. The campground was a family-run operation, and the woman gave me discounted rate of only $20 (as opposed to the average of nearly $50 at Provincial Parks. A rant for another time!) and gave me a few bundles of free firewood. She also placed me at a great site right on the banks of the Magpie River.
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