Hi Peterborough people and beyond!

Josh Fewings here, in Thunder Bay. The sun is shining, the Sleeping Giant is sleeping, and the Weber Bros. are playing tonight at the once famed Apollo.

I must report my first trip to the Royalton, a site heralded as the tavern in which Neil Young penned Sugar Mountain. You know what, I could see it. There is something about the reflection of the dusty neon signs off of the pickled egg jar that gives it away.

Here I am...In Thunder Bay.

Hey Peterborough and beyond, it's me. The other day Em and I helped a Ghanian student by showing him all around this Northern hub of Paul Shaffer's hometown. This is the same position we were in just over a year ago, and now it was time to help.

Anyways, we took Jakob and another friend of ours to see some black bears near the dump. As dusk fully conquered, and our eyes adjusted we began to see shapes dance past our front windshield. The ever prominent black bear! A big one. Probably a dump buffet diner for a good series of its life.

To the left, a shape moved without revealing too many clues of its species. Definitely four-legged. Obviously small. Angled face. Slightly fluffed up tail. A red fox. A red fox, prancing to our antrhopomorphist eyes. In reality it was likely running from the bears surging t'wards a mountain of easily obtainable and low risk garbaggio.