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Canada. Today we would fullfill my desire to have macaroni and cheese for breakfast. SCORE! When you are on trail you always talk about doing goofy stuff you may not ordinarily do, but I'll be darned if a hefty serving of some noodly concoction in the morning time is ever a bad idea...

So here we are, paddling in another country, having kayaks as our means of transportation and like a magical ficticious wave of a wand the shoreline goes from sand to ROCK- Burly rock just like that. There, I doubt will be a dull day of paddling on this here stretch of shoreline.

This section's journey took us from the south of some harbour we never found until we paddled by it the next day to Montreal River Harbour. Winds were at our backs SW with minimal wind and some slight waves eventually switching to SE. Our acclimation today was to the gigantic granite slabulature which just shoots from the azure depths below towards the sky. COOL! Mixed in will be some heavy style basalt encompassing the entire experience as canadian shield. Definitely no lack of things to look at. Our potential weakness here may connect with our ability to task manage, can't be day dreaming too much as to not miss landings- so a balance exists in paddling from point A to B and immersing oneself in the geological history along the way. We're able to fully appreciate the sortment of the rocks- the cobbles go from penny to melon size and in some rare occurances we found beaches with that perfect 'textbook' assortment. Big bowling ball type rocks, to melon size, to orange,pear, apple, right down to pebble - WILD.

As the day grew near its end we came upon our resting locale where we happened to meet some geological appreciating educators from the Grand Rapids (Michigan) area. They were paddling around some granduesque formation of granite emmerging from the Lake and convinced us (which wasn't too hard) to set up shop at the Twilight Campground right in Montreal River Harbour. We had a food drop waiting somewhere in the area so it all made sense. As day turned to dusk Alissa was able to show others whom understand much better than I of the rarity of her rocks. We kicked it around the campfire, they sang songs and even set us up with.... DRUM ROLL... South Shore NUT BROWN!! What a DAY!! Glorious paddling, righteous rock formations and a delectable drink from the homeland - doesn't get much better than that.