The morning we started for Sault Ste Marie turned out to be an eventful one. Mili had barely slept the night before. Part because she was packing and part because finally this moving thing was getting into her nerves. That wasn't the case with me. I slept uninterrupted. However, in the morning as I started to move stuff from apartment to the car – 1996
As I drove on freeway 400 toward Sudbury Mili tried to rest. Soon she started to complain about a mild headache. Zakeem's intermittent howling wasn't helping either. A dose of painkiller didn't do any magic. She continued to feel worse. Nothing seemed going right. I was depressed, dejected, tortured with wavering thoughts. Perhaps I should have just accepted the low paid full time position. We could have just stayed in
We stopped near Parry Sound, a town located near
As we approached
Next I stepped out to look for a motel or something of that kind. I didn't have to look too far. There was a large motel right next door - Motor inn. This was an old looking establishment located on a small hill backed into open fields - owned by a Korean family who were very friendly. We rented a room there for the night. It was a clean, specious room. Mili wasted no time and went to bed directly. She slept deeply for hours. Zakeem and I went to the balcony to enjoy the view that the vast fields presented. Slowly the day rolled into evening and darkness surrounded the little town. Not having much to do as Mili slept we went to bed early as well. If things looked good we could start very early. Sault Ste Marie was only about three hundred kilometers away. With some luck I could actually get to work next morning - a little late possibly.
Next morning, we started at five. Mili was feeling better as her headache was gone. Zakeem was still asleep but we carried him into the car and with a little patting helped him going back to sleep. We left the dusty looking motel behind us for a amazingly beautiful trip that meandered through small towns, lakes, fields and woods, offering just about everything that a road trip possibly can.
During our stay in Sault Ste Marie for the next fifteen months we had gone through this path several times and almost every time stayed in that motel.