July 3, Off to Bath and strange dude Jeremy
Sorry I haven't had a chance to update lately but have just been in the wrong places. And in the Port Hope (go ahead, google it--great little town, even has a Nuclear reactor!) library here, the USB ports are blocked so no pictures today, sorry!
On July 3rd John, Fran and I set out and arrived in Bath at the end of the day. It's about 20 miles west of Kingston, a beautiful and fairly large city. Our route today took us from Grindstone by boat to Clayton, by bike to Wolfe Point, by ferry to Wolfe Island, across Wolfe Island by bike, and over to Kingston by ferry. Wolfe Island is Canadian and we had to pass through customs before disembarking the ferry. Across Wolfe is 7 miles, nice tail wind (for once!) to an excellent bakery where we enjoyed lunch treats. Met a character named Jeremy who was biking to Kingston to see a travel agent to make arrangements to fly to New Foundland for hiking adventures. Jeremy is a solitary guy, very gregarious, a retired fifth grade teacher from Pulaski, New York, who grew to hate teaching in his last few years (my bet, his students walked all over him). He has run 100 marathons (rivaling Newton Baker), visited every US state except Oklahoma and Kansas and all of the provinces except NF. He seems to have been on every bike tour imaginable, including the Five Borough (he noticed my do-rag) which he has done 5 times, even though "it can't compare to the Montreal tour." His life is scheduled around races every weekend and travel plans. Actually, much of his travel is to get to races. Never married. Probably couldn't find anyone to keep up with him. He seemed to have organized his life with a frenetic schedule to avoid dealing with personal issues. But who am I to judge!:)
Kingston is a beautiful city rich in history and much bigger than I'd thought. A lovely fog with breaks of sunlight enchanted us there. We found a bike shop on Princess Street where they took me right in and determined there was no problem with my front rim being out of true (I'd been experiencing a thump, thump, thump) but that the tire hadn't seated properly on the rim. An owner operator error--argh! Me again, the cause of another problem! No charge at all for his troubles. Stopped at the bank to get some Canadian money at a bank ATM.
On July 3rd John, Fran and I set out and arrived in Bath at the end of the day. It's about 20 miles west of Kingston, a beautiful and fairly large city. Our route today took us from Grindstone by boat to Clayton, by bike to Wolfe Point, by ferry to Wolfe Island, across Wolfe Island by bike, and over to Kingston by ferry. Wolfe Island is Canadian and we had to pass through customs before disembarking the ferry. Across Wolfe is 7 miles, nice tail wind (for once!) to an excellent bakery where we enjoyed lunch treats. Met a character named Jeremy who was biking to Kingston to see a travel agent to make arrangements to fly to New Foundland for hiking adventures. Jeremy is a solitary guy, very gregarious, a retired fifth grade teacher from Pulaski, New York, who grew to hate teaching in his last few years (my bet, his students walked all over him). He has run 100 marathons (rivaling Newton Baker), visited every US state except Oklahoma and Kansas and all of the provinces except NF. He seems to have been on every bike tour imaginable, including the Five Borough (he noticed my do-rag) which he has done 5 times, even though "it can't compare to the Montreal tour." His life is scheduled around races every weekend and travel plans. Actually, much of his travel is to get to races. Never married. Probably couldn't find anyone to keep up with him. He seemed to have organized his life with a frenetic schedule to avoid dealing with personal issues. But who am I to judge!:)
Kingston is a beautiful city rich in history and much bigger than I'd thought. A lovely fog with breaks of sunlight enchanted us there. We found a bike shop on Princess Street where they took me right in and determined there was no problem with my front rim being out of true (I'd been experiencing a thump, thump, thump) but that the tire hadn't seated properly on the rim. An owner operator error--argh! Me again, the cause of another problem! No charge at all for his troubles. Stopped at the bank to get some Canadian money at a bank ATM.
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