We were dropped off at the next truck stop and decided 
to buy a map. We were close to the Great Lakes and
found a campground we could reach in a couple 
hours if the hitchhiking went well.  

We bought a snack there and went to eat it outside.
It was a rough, polluted small plot of land between
2 highways. The seagulls fighting over garbages.

I decided to throw my knife at them. I knew I
wouldn't hit them, but Olivier thought it was 
stupid of me. I missed. I went to get my knife 
back, but I couldn't find it anymore. 

We had a map, but I lost my knife and continued on our
already sketchy trip. Heavy rain started soon after
our next ride. We didn't have any rain gear, of course. 

We stopped at a doughnut shop and asked for a few 
garbage bags to make a raincoat each. 
Now fully covered in an orange garbage bag raingear
we hitchhiked the last part to get to the campground. 

"Here in this country, tomorrow will be our national 
holiday. A lot of people are coming. You can't stay
for many days. Do you understand me"

"Yeah, I'm Canadian; I know about the first of July."

"Oh, you're Canadian; I was sure you were Russian."

We paid for 2 nights, $15 each, a total of $60 which
was a massive chunk of our budget. We planned to 
travel for a few days on the cheap and then reach the
Okanagan, where we could make a bit of money in an 
orchard. Now we needed to find out where the money 
would come from. 

As we didn't have a tent, we used the provided
picnic table as a shelter, wrapping it with the tarp
I brought. It was a stark contrast with the other 
campground spot, mostly filled with motorized campers
with a happy urban family. 

We soon realized that we could stay on the 
immense beach just next to the campground, and on  
the third day we happily moved to an improvised camping 
spot right where the beach met the forest. Sleeping
on the ground, making a fire to keep us warm in the
evening.