Today we bid farewell to Alex and Haley, Kingston, and, perhaps most
significantly (no offense, ladies), the Great Lakes region. We’d first started
to feel the winds of Lake Superior way back on Day 38, somewhere in the woods
of Minnesota; 20 days later, we watched as Lake Ontario gave way to the St.
Lawrence Seaway, the river that would bring us home to New Brunswick. We were
granted another perfect riding day by the cycle touring gods, with a lovely
tailwind that pushed us eastward. The St. Lawrence provided us with some of the
loveliest scenery this side of Gananoque. We snacked in view of several of the
Thousand Islands (the namesake of the famous salad dressing) where massive
summer homes perched atop tiny little islands. The area is sort of a more
civilized version of Lake of the Woods.
A passing rain storm arrived just as we found some picnic tables under
a National Historic Site shelter – another indication that some sort of
two-wheeled deity was watching over us. Here, we had a long chat with an
adventurous older American couple, who regaled us with their stories of RVing
around North America, from Churchill, Manitoba to Labrador to Alaska, and
everywhere in-between.
Throughout the Thousand Islands Parkway, we had a separated bike lane
to travel on, all part of the glorious Waterfront Trail. (So far, the WT has
been a highlight of the whole trip, and would be a very doable trip for anyone
interested in giving bike touring a try). 
The trail took us through Brockville,
where we stopped at Tim Horton’s to fulfill a bagel-craving I had. I should add
that somebody behind the counter made a delicious mistake, serving me a bagel
with cream cheese and bacon. Booya. I sure didn’t ask for it this time around,
but you can bet I will the next time.
Our destination for the day was intended to be Prescott, but the
sunshine and West wind gave us the impetus to carry on as far as our legs could
carry us. Our ambition cost us when we met with the heaviest rainstorm of the
trip somewhere near Cardinal. We bailed out in Iroquois, where we found a nice
municipal campground. Here, we waited for my sister Kathleen and her friend
Becca, who drove down from Ottawa to take us out for dinner! We supped in
Morrisburg. It was awesome!
Av. Spd.: 20.2 km/h
Mx. Spd.: 46.4 km/h
Best time to be taken in a heated car to a heated restaurant in
Morrisburg by your sister and her friend?: Right after you’ve been soaked to
the bone by a doozy of a rainstorm in Cardinal.
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