Notes and Errata of Mark of the Asphodel

 Drummond Island is the kind of place where you check into your hotel after 8 PM and find they've left the key in the door for you, and when you go to check out there's a note on the door saying they ran to the store and will be back in a few.  The ferry to it is equally low-stress: show up at the scheduled time, drive on, drive off.  No reservations required or even possible.

Also it is one of the few places on earth containing alvar plain geological formations.  I've seen one of the other alvars, on Manitoulin a few years back, but this one's allegedly better-preserved.

 Let's see.

Today we hit a remote beach along Lake Huron, gorged on Scottish baked goods (including steak and kidney pie) in the town of Grand Bend, and hit Goderich.  The latter claims to be "the prettiest town in Canada"-- not Ontario, all CANADA, which seems a pretty steep height to scale!  It most certainly is pretty despite the ravages of a tornado three years ago, and it's nestled alongside the beautiful Maitland River, but still...

Then we covered a lot of farmland marked by what looked like floating puffs of smoke but were actually undulating swarms of winged insects. These led us to the adorable city of Port Owen, where we had an interesting experience at an Indian joint with a very chatty host, failed to get a bottle of wine for our anniversary night, and enjoyed an actual bloody Jacuzzi suite at the Best Western.

On to Tobermory.