Read part 1 here.

SATURDAY     

   I dragged myself out of bed around 8 and jumped in Dan’s pool to wake myself up. Then I air dried.

Sweet feet, bro.

   Pretty soon after, Ed and I grabbed a quick breakfast, said our goodbyes to Dan’s parents (thanks again!) and hit the road to Grand Bend baby whoooo!   We left early because we were on a mission: find a place to stay the night, or sleep in the car. When we arrived it didn’t look good - there were a lot of no vacancy signs. But we kept our positive attitude, and managed to score an awesome place right on the main drag!

   It was a baby cottage, it didn’t have sheets or pillows, and I would have to share a bed with Ed. Our heads almost touched the red shed, but give us some cred, at least we weren’t dead. Max and Dan soon joined us and we all marveled at how we were going to fit in such a small building. Here we are in front of our castle: 

   We all grabbed lunch at Coco’s and were set to hit the beach when Grand Bend got drilled with some nasty weather. We retreated to our porch with a guitar and some beer. Then it started hailing…

   Yeah, that was weird. Eventually we became stir crazy and decided to check out some of the town’s shops. Right off the bat we stumbled into Endless Surf, a shop that just opened this summer. I could describe it myself but I’ll let the co-owner Andy to do the talking:

   After Endless Surf, the rain cleared up and we went to the local grocery store to buy meat for what was to become an epic BBQ.

Delicious. The food was good, too.  

   After almost eating ourselves sick, we headed to the beach to catch the legen-wait for it-dary Grand Bend sunset. I’ll let you judge for yourself:

Boom.

   Once the romanticism had died down, we walked back to our cottage and began the night’s festivities. This is where it gets epic.  After a brief debate we decided that going to a club, we would pull up a picnic table, jam, and let the people come to us. And man, they came!   Old, young, men, women, bachelorette parties, you name it, they were there. Most of what we got on camera is… um… unusuable… but here’s the best of what’s legal to show:

   When the crowds on Main Street died down, we roamed around performing at cottage parties in exchange for a liquid refreshment or two. By the end of the night we made $35!

SUNDAY  

   We groggily dragged ourselves to breakfast (which was paid for by our jamming earnings) then set out to the famous “hundred mile beach.”   After purely scientific observation, I came to a conclusion regarding gender trends and chilling at the beach: girls tend to be a little more organized…and linear. Exhibit A:

   Once the boys and I gathered our wits, we did pretty normal beach stuff: threw a football around, went swimming, tanned. I also literally trolled the beach looking for guys who wanted to be filmed talking about making out.   Eventually it was time to pack up and leave Grand Bend. But not without going to the batting cages!

All stars.

   OK, NOW it was time to leave Grand Bend. We said our tearful goodbyes and split up. After dropping Ed at the farm, I had a long sunny afternoon drive to ponder my life. Sometimes we need those.   All said, my Ontario road trip was probably the best weekend of the summer. It’s not a difficult formula: old friends, new friends, beach, cottage, party. Mix. I’ll be back, Grand Bend.