This summer, Bill Russell travelled with a crew from Reactor to Manitoulin Island.
Here’s Bill’s visual diary (PDF) and some prose:
Bill leads lost children through the wilderness
He drives us through lines of trees on a dusty back road through heat and time. In my gut sits a lump of Dave and Brenda’s whitefish and chips. We stop for supplies at the Foodland and watch Ojiybway carting sodas into a truck. Where do you find First Nations beaded moccasins not made in China? Maybe the hardware store sells ’em besides hunting liscences, fishing lures and DEET. After a look down into the dolomite alvar, we’re off cruising past deep yellow Canola fields under a bright blue sky. Just give me a butter tart, a paddle and more homegrown and set me downstream.August 12, 2011