the home stretch. a Starbux kick-in-the-ass got us rolling out of Fort Wayne at the crack of Noon. we had to check our smokes and firearms at the door heading into the ‘Bux. I wouldn’t want to accidentally shoot the barista before they finished making my Americano. stopped to stare across the St Clair River at Sarnia, where I chatted with Steve, who’s been fishing walleye as big as his arm outa the River for decades. After crossing the border, we hit the first Timmy’s we found before enjoying the backroads of Ontario’s West Coast as they wind Eastward in the evening’s Golden Hour, through the breadbasket of Ontario, towards my hometown.