Prior to loading my van with empty aluminum cans, I squeezed in a greenhorn Grant Countian for their first unique adventure into the isolated Canadian wilderness. The greenhorn had me stop at an ATM machine to pick up cash for the trip. My son and I had to snicker about the incident.
We crossed the border at Port Huron, breezed through Sarnia, Ontario, and made our first stop deep into the northland. The greenhorn ordered a horseburger and fries. (When in the Canadian wilderness, never ask what kind of meat you are eating unless you really want to know.)