We woke up today to some more perfect biking conditions. Today’s route
continued to meander along the lakeshore, and was littered with commemorative
plaques denoting the rich Loyalist history of the area. One particularly
rousing blurb told of the escape of the Royal George – a Canadian corvette that
outran an American fleet by ducking through a narrow gap between Amherst Island
and the Prince Edward County peninsula and gunning it to Kingston where they
could be properly defended. Take that, Americans! 
Kingston was our destination today as well, and we sailed in before
noon. During a Tim Horton’s break, I left to call my friend Michelle, and while
Caroline was sitting there alone, a lady came over to her and asked in that
offensive I’m-going-to-try-communicating-with-this-foreign-person sort of tone
and asked “And where are YOU coming from?”. It’s funny because Caroline is
Chinese, and so the lady thought she couldn’t speak English. But she can.
Pretty well, at least.
Anyway, we ended up meeting our good friends Michelle and Patrick for
lunch at some hippie restaurant which served really good cinnamon buns. They
were delish. Then we hopped a ferry to Wolfe Island, where my aunt and uncle
live! Wolfe Island is like a giant wind farm, and it is also bigger than it
appears. My aunt and uncle live at one end of the island, and the ferry drops
you off at the other. Anyway, we made it eventually (after a few wrong turns
down deep gravel driveways), and enjoyed a lovely visit with Jane and Dave who,
among other things, have a little monarch butterfly nursery, which is really
just a cage filled with milkweed. Monarch caterpillars love that milkweed
sh*t. (Photos below). 
Av. Spd.: 18.8 km/h
Mx. Spd.: 190.3 km/h (this was the first indication that all was not
well with the ol’ speedometer)
Best way to enrage a Chinese-Canadian: Talk to them like they don’t
speak English.
Monarch butterflies and caterpillar nursery: 
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