Chapter 28 of the Peter and Gertrud Klopp Story – Part IV

Canada’s Natural Splendor

And the Price of Economic Growth

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Granite Lake, Ontario – One of the many Lakes Dotting the Landscape on Highway 1

The next morning we had to put up with an annoying delay. Adolf, having noticed disturbing vibrations from the front wheels, decided to have them balanced. Unfortunately, the mechanic of the small town service center took his time showing up for work on this Sunday morning. He gave us the distinct impression that he would rather go fishing than manning the lonely service station and doing repairs on a car that should have been fixed on a weekday. On second thought, we were lucky that we did not have to wait till Monday.

day 4

To make up for lost time Adolf especially on the long straight stretches exceeded the speed limit often clocking 130 km/h on the speedometer. I was not too unhappy about it, since the landscape, as we were approaching Sudbury, looked more and more like a moonscape, barren and desolate. The city named after a town in England had once been a major lumber center, but now was a booming mining community, where high concentration of nickel ore was being mined. Looking at the treeless industrial wasteland, where big processing plants with their tall chimneys belching out a mix of steam and smoke, I had a first real inkling of what man’s emphasis on economic growth could do to nature. I was not interested at all how many thousands of tons of ore were being processed in the Nickel Capital of Canada. One could even read these facts on picture postcards and travel brochures.

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Nuclear Research Station as Mentioned on the Previous Post

Adolf stopped for lunch at a downtown restaurant where the food was good and the prices were reasonable. While we were eating a juicy hamburger, I softened a little my critical stance on the devastating effects of industrial exploitation. I realized that people in order to live needed work. I also found out later that much larger regions, some greater in size than the two Germanys put together, remained untouched and unspoiled wilderness. I could see that Adolf was right after we left the dust and grime of the city, where a quarter of all its workers were employed by the giant nickel company Inco. Once we had traveled past Sault St. Marie, a steel manufacturing town just across from the State of Michigan, I was in for a visual treat. All of a sudden we were back in the forest driving past idyllic lakes and streams, then through the Lake Superior Provincial Park. All I remember is a blur of images and impressions of one the greatest freshwater sources in the world. Whenever we drove close to the shoreline of Lake Superior, fantastic scenery would present itself to our eager eyes. When I glimpsed a chain of islands large and small within an easy reach by canoe, many of them treed, I enthusiastically exclaimed, “Adolf, as soon as I have earned enough money, I am going to buy one these lovely islets for Biene and me.”

Adolf put on a sardonic grin and replied, “To earn money, you need a job, perhaps in a place like Sudbury.”

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My Brother Adolf Taking a Break at a Picturesque Waterfall

We stopped at one of the recreational areas with its robust wooden picnic tables near the edge of the water. It seemed like we had the entire park to ourselves, as it was still early spring for tourists to venture out to this remote natural paradise. In the cool of the approaching evening fog patches settled over both land and water creating a magical effect. The islands with their spruce tops sticking out in dark silhouettes against the orange evening sky appeared to be drifting ghost-like across the tranquil lake. Then we drove on to the small community of Wawa, the gateway to the hunting and fishing grounds of Northwestern Ontario. On this night we slept in a hotel for a change, having spent altogether $23.00 for gas, repairs, food and lodging.

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  1. Ich finde es sehr interessant,noch heute
    alles nachvollziehen zu können,was du mit Adolf vor so vielen Jahren erlebt hast,Peter.Wie aufregend das für dich gewesen sein muss! Du beschreibst alles,als wäre es erst gestern gewesen.Und was für ein langer Weg lag da noch vor dir..
    Ich bewundere immer wieder,wenn auch nachträglich,deinen Mut!
    Liebe Grüsse!
    Edda

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    • Liebe Edda, vielen Dank für deinen lieben Kommentar! Ja, das war ein richtiges Abenteuer, ganz durch Kanada reisen zu können. Ich hatte ja schon viel mit Adolf in Deutschland erlebt. Aber diese Reise mit ihm war absolut Spitze. Gerne denke ich auf diese Zeit zurück und hoffe immer noch, dass Biene wenigstens teilweise diese Reise mit mir auch einmal machen kann. Das Alter klopf leider mit all seinen Wehwehchen an die Tür und erinnert uns, zu handeln, so lange es noch geht. Da seid ihr ja wirklich zu bewundern. Liebe Edda, vielen vielen Dank für deine lieben Zeilen!

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  2. Your story is – as usual – very interesting, dear Peter, how the landscapes change on your way and I also like to hear your first impressions of this country that became your home later. I only have been once in Canada and found it a beautiful country but on the other hand I never understood how they could deforest large areas that looked so nice before. The place where you made a picnic really must have been great and the expenses you had were rather small. All the best for you and Biene, kind regards from Hamburg, Mitza

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    • Mitza, I also remember with horror the bare logged-out areas that were particularly noticeable from an airplane. This definitely has changed for the better. Forestry practices have improved with mandatory cleaning of the affected areas and a vigorous replanting program. Kind regards and greetings from sunny Fauquier!

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    • Yes, Ann, balance is the right word. My wife and I live in an area that was once negatively impacted by heavy logging. Logging continues, but the law requires that the logged out area must be replanted. Having lived here in BC for so long, I can truthfully state that new forests are popping up within just a few years. Thanks, Ann, for following my journey across Canada!

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