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| Distance: 66 Miles | Climbing: 1066 Feet | Winds: SW 10 by afternoon | |||
| Weather: Partly Cloudy, 80 degrees | Terrain: Flat to rolling in spots | ||||
TODAY'S TALES:
We took a late load this morning due to the shortish day. Rooms aren't usually ready when we get there if we show up before 2:00 anyway. Breakfast was basically on our normal schedule which gave everyone a chance to read the local paper or just sit and relax before we started the day. With loading scheduled at 8:30 it also gives everyone a chance to be waiting in line to load...but that wouldn't matter what time we scheduled load...even if we did it at 3:00 in the morning there would be a few who would get in line at 2:45. Just bicyclist's normal personality I guess.
Our route today was mostly out in the
country...the kind of roads I like...no center line and smooth blacktop. We
popped out occasionally to a highway, but we were only on them long enough to
get to the next easterly blacktop road. If I didn't have my route sheet that
said we were in Canada, it would be hard to tell we weren't in Iowa, Illinois,
Indiana, or New York. I know this sounds like a broken record, but we passed
farm after farm this morning with corn, soybeans, and wheat blanketing the
horizon. Most of the wheat has been harvested by this time and those fields
were now dotted with large straw bales waiting to be taken to be used as bedding for livestock. It brought
back memories of my youth when I worked on a farm to see the combines harvesting
the wheat crop and farm implements hauling hay and straw to the storage barns.
When I was a kid, we hauled the hay on small wagons or single axle trucks, but
around here the use semis to haul the huge round bales of straw.
These farms are on a bigger scale than the one I worked, but the processes are the same...hard, dirty work, but very satisfying at days end. One thing that stands out in this part of the country is the pride the residents take in their homes. Almost every farm had a huge yard manicured to perfection with beautiful, colorful flowers accenting the lawn art. We also came upon some crops we haven't seen before today...things like ginseng (below right), tobacco, lima beans, green beans, cabbage, and more asparagus. The ginseng plant takes over 4 years to mature. I like that...only have to harvest every four or five years. Knowing about the healing properties of the ginseng plant, Jim our mechanic put a ginseng root in his pocket all day and he said he felt nothing by rap time...we'll report on his progress tomorrow. I can attest he wasn't acting any more unusual than we're used to.
Even
with the late start, the riders were enjoying the back country riding, the cool
morning temperatures, seeing beautiful landscape, and the flatish terrain.
Although today's terrain had a little wrinkles in it, I think they'll be ready for some
real hills soon. Watch what they wish for because the last two
days will give them more than they've bargained for...but that's not for another
few days. For now, we'll continue to enjoy the respite from the big climbs
and a welcomed day off tomorrow.
Tonight we are staying in Brantford
Ontario. Brantford seems to be a dying town from the looks of the downtown
area, but its history can be traced back for more than three
centuries to the time when native tribes led by Chief Joseph Brant lived in the
area. He was better known to his people of the Six Nations as
Thay-en-da-negea. His statue, made of melted down French cannons (many of
which were used in the Battle of Waterloo) in 1886,
stands in Victoria Park in downtown Brantford. Chief Brant led his people from
their lands in the Mohawk Valley of upper NY to the Grand River basin where they
crossed the river. This spot became known as Brant's ford...and thus began
the name, location, and history of Brantford, Ontario.
There are many other notable previous residents of Brantford: Alexander Graham Bell, who made the first long-distance phone call from here in 1876, Indian poet Pauline Johnson who was born and raised on the Six Nations Reserve; the faithful Indian sidekick of the Lone Ranger, Tonto, born Harold J. Smith, later changed to Jay Silverheels; hockey legend Wayne Gretzky; and comedian Phil Hartman.
I think everyone is looking forward to a day off and playing at the falls. I know I'm ready for a little time to recharge before the final assault into Portsmouth. It won't be as hectic as normal as we only have 1 new person to welcome and get in shape, but we do have vans to clean, and prep for the last week. Next week will go fast...hang on and join us for our finish. But first I guess we need to get back into the US...we may have to wander around Canada for some time if they won't let us in. Tune in tomorrow and see if we make it back. See you then.
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TODAY'S RIDING PHOTO RECORD |
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Our friends to the north are pretty well defended too. |
No shortage of red barns in Canada either. Surprised I got John in this photo since he had on his Red and White Barn camouflage on. |
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They have some Mac Daddy farm equipment around here...I thought Jane was about to be harvested...get 'em Jane! |
Get ready...get set...Everyone was ready to take off...but Doug had to put on his gloves. Surprised this group could wait that long. |
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DID YOU HEAR THAT ONE? "What's a Looney and a Tooney?" "Eh."
"All this flat riding makes my butt hurt."
"Dan isn't superstitious, but he never ends a ride with mileage on a prime
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"Mike told us we'd have a tailwind today." |
SAY IT AIN'T SO...OH BUT IT IS! Late in the day I was looking for the last riders...they'd been missing for a short while so I was driving back through the route when I found Jim and Jane standing at an intersection looking questionably at the route sheet. "Oh there you are," Jim said, "Where do we go from here?" "Turn left here," I told him, not realizing which direction he'd REALLY just come from to get there. "Tom and Jeannie are that way," He pointed away from the direction they should have been. Ok, I got Jim and Jane back on track and took off after Tom and Jeannie. I found them about 2 miles in the wrong direction and got them turned around. At RAP tonight, Jim confessed that the first time they got to the intersection they hadn't turned at all and went about 5 miles straight before they'd figured they were in the wrong. By the time I'd gotten to them they'd already returned to the intersection and Tom and Jeannie had again turned the wrong direction...I guess so did Jim but he'd returned to the intersection because he thought Jane had gone wrong when she'd actually made the correct turn. He'd run her down and was trying to get her to follow Jeannie, Tom, and himself...luckily, she remained steadfast or I'd have missed them entirely. No telling where they'd be right now had I not found them. Jim said they'd gone in every direction at that intersection except the right one. Magellan would have been proud...I think. |
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OTHER PHOTOS AND SUCH |
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Looks like the London bike shop did pretty well last night. |
Pam thought she'd found the Mother Lode SAG at the fruit market. |
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RAP snacks! |
Jeannie, Tom, Jane, and Jim had nothing on Bill as he also missed a turn. At least Bill had an excuse, he'd put his rubber band over the turn. "I was thinking that this was a pretty xxxxxx road, then I found the turn I'd missed hiding under my rubber band." |
Just a neat shot. |
Guess their DOT knew we were coming. |
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