Day 658: Thunder Bay Day

Leaving Nipigon, Laetitia and her group headed once again along Route 17, the Trans-Canada Highway. Their ultimate destination for the day was Thunder Bay, Ontario, but they made a side trip into Sleeping Giant Provincial Park, a peninsula projecting southward into Lake Superior. The park’s name comes from its rocky profile when viewed from the air, which certain individuals of anthropomorphic bent think resembles a reclining person of gargantuan proportions. The group spent most of the day enjoying the park’s rocky hiking trails, stunning views, and magnificent photo opportunities. In late afternoon, they moved on west. Laetitia decided that her group would spend two nights in the Thunder Bay area before heading on across western Canada. Tomorrow they would make a day trip south to the border between Canada and the United States.

The European community at Thunder Bay began as a French fur-trading center and over the years grew to be a city with about 110,000 residents, with an economy based on Great Lakes and railway shipping, forest products, and mining. Among other distinctions, this small city has a traffic violation named after it. Its slang namesake maneuver occurs when a driver makes a left turn on to a busy two-lane road and then immediately shoehorns into the right lane instead of properly turning on the right blinker and merging right when a safe opportunity presents itself. Apparently this rude and dangerous tactic is common practice here. After dropping her guests at their hotel, Laetitia went off in search of a watering hole.

Laetitia’s perch at the bar was within earshot of a table of young ladies who appeared to be coworkers having a drink before going home. During their conversation, one of the women spoke about looking for a new “bachelor” to rent. Intrigued, Laetitia wondered if she was talking about hiring someone from an escort service, but as the talk evolved, it became clear that she was speaking about finding a new flat. “An interesting bit of slang,” Laetitia thought, as the bartender explained to her that the term “bachelor” is widely used throughout Canada when people actually mean “bachelor apartment.” Laetitia smiled as she wrote the limerick of the day on her bar napkin.

Yanks shouldn’t make comments judgmental
Up north when they hear ‘bachelor rental’”
Their Canadian buds
Aren’t looking for studs
But rather for homes apartmental.