Exploring Sudbury in Northern Ontario, Canada


Lake Laurentian Conservation Area

Trees. Lakes. Rivers. Mountains. Northern Ontario has a lot to offer for every type of adventurer and traveler. It’s a hobo paradise.

For the past three months, I’ve had the opportunity to spend time in my hometown of Sudbury, more specifically, Val Therese, Ontario.

Right! Where the frig is that?

Situated about 400 kilometers from the province’s capital city, Sudbury is home to a whole lot of nothing other than a Big Nickel, a giant chimney and a bunch of traffic-jammed roads.

Sudbury does boast a fairly lively and younger scene, of mostly good people and it is, of course, where all of my friends and family live. Ultimately, it’s the home of some of the sweetest people that I know; but the city itself doesn’t have all that much to offer in terms of excitement. That is unless, of course, you are a hobo.


The Big Nickel in Sudbury, Ontario

Once you saunter away from the bustling city center and venture into the outlaying areas, Northern Ontario starts to reveal itself one tree at a time. Some of the best roads here are the ones where you drive until the asphalt turns to gravel and the trees and brush seems to devour the road behind you as you drive deeper and deeper into the heart of the forest. The gravel eventually gives way to old logging roads, barely flat enough to be driving on, then turn to trails as they disappear into the bush.


Capreol, Ontario

It’s in these forests, that a hobo can find what he needs. He can set out on foot and find all sorts of adventure. There is no lack of beauty in this northern paradise.

In the summer, the birds sing from dusk till dawn; and the trees roar with the sound of a million rustling leaves. Far away from the concrete, wild animals spend their days grazing the land and all of nature co-exists in perfect harmony; but then the harsh winters bring ice and snow and death; and vary anywhere from a sub-zero, endless stillness to razor sharp winds that howl like wolves and steal the very warmth from your bones.

The rest of it happens in between, during the spring and fall times, when nature does a complete 180 to keep us northerners on our toes.

It was at the onset of autumn when I found myself wandering in the woods, Seeking nothing but the excitement of being able to witness nature, as is, untouched by the corrupt hands of business and men. It was there that I stood in the wild and let myself get as close to nature as I possibly could.


A sunrise at 7am on a frigid November morning.









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