To date: 3,059 km
To go: 4,741 km
There was a rude awakening this morning in the form of a man manicuring the sand…. you know you are in a tourist haven when the sand is groomed every morning to look pristine and untouched!
Breakfast at the Bistro & Bakery again – plus delicious fresh and flaky snacks for the road. Today we cross into Ontario and I have been hearing how hilly it gets once we roll over the border. And true enough – the relatively flat terrain shifted into a series of rolling hills. None were too long or too steep though – so I pretended I was a roller coaster car and cruised up and down them.
Kenora is a lovely community and essentially the beginning of Lake of the Woods territory. This means there is water everywhere! And not the dingy slightly off-putting shallow, festering ponds of Manitoba (sorry if that was a bit harsh), but clear, crisp inviting lake water. I am in heaven. We only stopped for lunch in Kenora – a local Brew Pub… I was upset that they did not serve tea…….
I am also starting to notice that people here do not seem to know the difference between processed and real cheese…. twice now I have asked if the cheese was the processed, pre-sliced, slightly fake-tasting stuff, and I have been assured “No” and then of course it is…… Do you know what I mean? Or maybe I am the one who is overly picky about my cheese.
After Kenora, I lost Alex…. we agreed to ride about 20k then find a place to camp. I rode 20k and no sign of him – so I rode on. I met a man named Steve coming from the East who said there were no cyclists ahead of me… the plot thickens. Steve is an interesting fellow – as he put it, his daughter just turned 18, so he is free… and is biking the world for the next 3 years or so to celebrate that fact. After leaving Steve, I saw a billboard for a hotel and restaurant 3 km ahead… I thought that Alex must be there having dinner. So I decided to carry on 3 km, which soon turned into 5 and then 10 as this hotel failed to appear. Finally though I saw it – but alas – Alex’s bike was not propped out front. I decided it was time for dinner anyway and Alex would possibly turn up.
Part way through my salad & BLT, sure enough Alex comes in. He had gone down a side road and went fishing for awhile – he sounded slightly annoyed (possibly all in my head as often these things are…) that I had made him ride quite a bit further than our agreed upon 20km… but a good meal and a few beers later, all was forgotten.
There was nowhere to camp at the hotel so we road a few kilometres on to Dixie Lake – a rest stop that claims no overnight parking… but we technically aren’t parking…..