Aya, what a day. We woke up and bid adieu to Grammy and the rest of the
fam, and began what we thought would be a restful journey through my ancestral
stomping grounds, the potato fields of Victoria and Carleton Counties. What we
found involved a blistering head wind, climb after excruciating climb, and a
bunch of mangy dogs chasing after us. Funny thing about those dogs. The night
before, my uncle Jimmy asked us, “So, how many dogs have you been chased by?”.
We replied, in all honesty, “none”. The matter was more or less dropped, but we
should have heeded Jimmy’s words for the portentous omen that they were. Maybe
it was the back roads we took, or maybe the fine folks of my ancestral stomping
grounds are just particularly bad dog trainers, but we had no less than three
dogs chase us down, nipping at our furiously pedaling feet, and about a dozen
more who would have had they not been leashed to the doghouse. Stressful!
Anyway, it was probably
our bad. We decided to take “the scenic route,” crossing the old Limestone
Siding bridge and following the east riverbank through Perth-Andover to Bath.
We should have stayed on the highway in retrospect. Alas, we did not. All in
all, for a 70km day, it was punishing.
But the punishment was met
with the best of all rewards: my lovely Nana jumping up and down in her
driveway as we rolled in around suppertime. Nana has been following our blog,
an ardent supporter/worrier, and was actually talking with my mom (both likely
fretting over our whereabouts) when she saw Caroline’s orange flag through her
kitchen window. She had also been, as she is wont to do, cooking up a storm,
and we enjoyed a hearty meal of east coast mussels, salad, and baguettes.
Av. Spd.: 16.6 km/h
Mx. Spd.: 64.4km/h (Highest max speed of the whole journey? Weird!)
Animal most likely to get bear-sprayed: Your dog, if you don’t keep him
on a leash when we ride by!
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