Though I read "everlasting" on a sign, it's Canadian Shield, mythical creature of grade six Geography, that sticks today. In particular, the stretch from Nipigon past Rossport on highway 17. Eastbound, any Labour Day afternoon. You have to live with construction. (No wonder everyone else turned north at Nip.).
This puts my feet in Nipigon Bay by three o'clock.
I love the nearness of rock here, pink when exposed for a new bridge, all of us waiting in ridiculous stillness for the green light to let us find our lakeshore, a hundred shades of green.