Fulton New York to Boonville New York. 81.5 miles. 3329 miles from the Pacific Ocean.
I packed up camp happy and headed into the cool cloudy morning. Black clouds with blue sky in between threatened rain. About two miles out of town we had to put on a rain gear. The first of many showers today. It would rain for about 5 minutes then clear up for an hour and then rain again. A pattern that kept us busy putting on and taking off rain gear all day long. The air stayed cool and the wind was mostly from behind. We are in the foothills of the Adirondack Mountains. Lots and lots of climbing, with some big downhill fun runs over 40 miles per hour. At the top of the climbs we could see the Adirondack Mountains of in the distance. Beautiful white water rivers with kayakers and rafters in almost every valley and finely crafted Amish haystacks in the fields next to the roadside. Pictures of Alex and Paul and Alfred the duck next to one of the streams. We still don’t know if l Alfred can float.
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Holley New York to Palmyra New York. 52 miles. 3182 miles from the Pacific. Another great day to be on the bike. The day started out sunny with clear skies. We stopped for lunch in Pittsford and waited out a thunderstorm. We spent entire day on the Erie Canal bike trail. Beautiful scenery all around. I set up camp happy and took a shower. Willie is a mess from the mud and water on the trail. Paul had a flat tire just as we entered our campsite. Good timing. Tomorrow we turn north towards the mountains of New York and say goodbye to our Erie Canal. I make a promise to come back here someday and rent a boat and float from town to town. I have two good riding partners and Alfred the rubber duck who rides on the back of Alex’s bike. He seems to get all the attention and our rest stops.
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Ridgeway Ontario to Lewiston New York, via Niagara Falls. 39 miles. 3068 miles from the Pacific. Paul and Alex and I broke camp at 7 a.m. and headed towards Niagara Falls. We spend most of the day viewing Niagara from every angle. Wow what a beautiful place. I used my leadership skills to lead the two others across the wrong bridge to the USA. We went through customs without any problems. I was singing “Back in the USSA” a modified version from Sir Paul. That’s when Alex noticed that the street signs did not match our map. Opps – my bad. We spent about 20 minutes figuring out how to get to Lewiston when a biker flew past and I hailed him down. He showed us a bike trail that took us most of the way. It was a real challenge at times but we took our time and figured it out. A great day to be on the bike. Enjoy the pictures of Niagara
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Port Stanley to Port Dover Ontario Canada. 68 miles, 2966 miles from the Pacific. Another great day to be on the bike. The weather is cool, the sky is overcast, and the wind is at my back. I have a nice view of Lake Erie most of the day. The road hugs the north shore of the lake with several steep climbs up the bluffs and then racing back down. It’s hard to remember the last time Willie and I have a good climb. I passed through the towns of Port Bruce, Copenhagen, port Burwell, and Port Rowan on my way up the north coast of Lake Erie. Roadside stands are at many intersections selling fresh blueberries, cherries and every vegetable you can think of. I ride past fields of asparagus, peppers, orchards filled with ripe cherries, and more wind farms. And just before Copenhagen there is large fields of tobacco. Maybe it’s just a coincidence. I arrived in Port Dover and get a room, a shower, and a short nap. I walked down to the beach and to the lighthouse that overlooks Lake Erie. It’s peak tourists season, however the cooler weather has many people inside today and I have the place mostly to myself. I sit on the breakwater and eat a huge plate of nachos while watching the boats go by, and feel grateful for being able to live this dream of mine.
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Imlay city michigan to Wallaceburg Ontario, Canada
70 miles. 2825 from the Pacific Ocean. I great day to be on the bike aye. I am back on the adventure cycling route after yesterday’s detour to get my bike fixed. I feel much better today and almost back to full strength, and Willy is running like a well oiled machine. We passed through the town of Emmett, Wadhams, Marysville, St Clair, and then Marine City on our way to the canadian border. The day starts out cloudy and cool with a sky that looks like rain. It starts to sprinkle near Emmett, so I pull into town to get some breakfast and wait out the rain. The sun peaks out just after breakfast and I ride another 20 miles and it starts raining again. Willy and I take shelter under the overhang of a pit toilet that is next to Wadhams to Avoca bike trail. It’s raining hard but we stay dry. I meet eric and nikki a couple training for a marathon. They stop and take shelter with me. They have run further then planned and are out of water and very thirsty. Luckily I have just filled my bottles and have plenty to share. They were both grateful to have run into me. We chatted for a while and watched it rain. Soon the shower passed and willy and I were on our way again. The rain held off until I entered marine city. A big black cloud and rumbles of thunder had me looking for shelter once again. That’s when I saw a nice lady named Laura and her son Alex. They were sitting on the front porch and waved me over. I parked my bike in the garage and joined them on the porch. She has a house with one of those gorgeous open porches that seem to say – come and sit for awhile. Alex gets me some cold water, and we all sit and chat for a while and watch it rain. It turns out that Laura is
originally from Racine and her dad still lives in Montello wisconsin. She is a recently retired engineer from chrysler and the conversation turns to engineering things like engines and trucks. Alex wants one with the cummins engine in it. The rain stops and she gives me directions to the ferry to canada which happens to be right down the street. I thank them for their kindness and Willie and I hit the road again. The ferry ride to canada is short and beautiful as of crosses the saint clair river. The water is blue and the wind has the waves breaking over the bow of the ferry. It cost one dollar for the ride. I entered canada and then turn south along the river. Everything seems a little calmer on this side of the border. nobody was in a big hurry. Beautiful canadian flower gardens filled many of the lawns of the homes along the river ( photos).
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