Ever heard of Kapuskasing? Neither had I until I went there and did something really dumb.
Kapuskasing, about as far north as you can go in the eastern part of Ontario and still be on a paved road, is a really remote industrial town of about 8,500 with plenty of surprises. For one, it can snow during the summer.
After Ruth and I went to a log-rolling competition, we ate at Le Kaprice, a gourmet French restaurant that would not be out of place in Paris. I asked the owner, whose favorite travel destination was Cuba, about his clientele and he told me that executives from local mills kept him going.
One of those mills, the Spruce Falls Power and Paper Company that’s now part of Tembec, has been providing all of the New York Times’ paper since 1928.
During World War II, Kapuskasing was the scene of an internment camp for 1,300 Germans, Austrians, and Turks. Turks?
James Cameron, director of Titanic and Avatar, is from here.
See what I meant about surprising?
The next morning, Ruth and I were still talking about Le Kaprice as we packed the trunk of our car. The only thing left in the room was the small suitcase containing my camera, toiletries, virtually everything I had with me that wasn’t clothing. I went back for it then walked to the office to check out and say goodbye to the extremely friendly staff.
After a lovely chat with Lynn about life here in far-north Canada, I left. During that day we drove about 300 miles to Red Rock.
While unloading the trunk, I realized that I had left my bag by the reception desk way back in Kapuskasing.
If you leave a bag in Chicago and fly to, say, Detroit, it’s probably not a big problem to get it to you. But Kapuskasing is another story.
Lynn did her best to reconnect me with my bag, but I took two days. She had to make special arrangements, and I had to wait for it in Thunder Bay. Since we had done all of the tourist attractions of interest there, both of them, on the way to Kapuskasing, there was nothing to do but wait. Fortunately, our Comfort Inn was near a Chapters bookstore and a Walmart. We got to know both really well before that Greyhound bus pulled in and my veteran Travelpro and I were joyfully reunited.
I still use it, but it’s chained to my left leg, just in case.