Rob had originally planned to take us to his local breakfast place but it turned out that it had more than doubled in price from 99c to 1.99 over the past 12 months. Instead he cooked up some delicious bacon and eggs to fuel us on our way. As we had turned up later than expected the day before we had missed a surprise drive up to Niagara-On-the-Lake. The road follows the Niagara River up to Lake Ontario and is apparently a spectacularly beautiful drive ending at a picturesque resort by Lake Ontario. Rob suggested that we ride up that way on our way to Dundas and while we would have loved to it would have added a good amount to our already comfortably long ride so we had to skip it.
The first call of duty for the day was to go to immigration. We had been told that we should have given in our I94s when entering the country and so went back to the bridge to do so. The people at immigration strongly advised us that we shouldn’t and that if we were to do so we may not be able to re-enter the US. With our I94s still in our passport we headed off a bit confused and ended up riding out of Niagara on the massively built up road that Rob had driven along. It made me look forward to seeing the National Parks out west where the natural beauty is not being destroyed by the gaudy dollar rush.
The ride over to Hamilton was a very pretty one. We were slowed a little by a wind that alternated between a head and a side wind, which was to be expected considering our proximity to Lake Ontario. We went past many vineyards and fruit sellers which surprised us. Neither of us had ever heard of Niagara area wine before. C told me later that she had wished we could have stopped for wine tasting. Not being a big wine drinker I didn’t have the same interest although would have been content sitting round reading on my Kindle. Maybe next time we go through a similar area be it in California or wherever.
Riding through Hamilton I spotted a sign that mentioned free ice cream so we had to pull in. The local TD Bank had small cups of vanilla ice cream which certainly hit the spot after a few hours of riding. Many of the other blogs of cycle tourists mention that their big splurge is often on ice cream and I can understand why. A simple vanilla ice cream can really perk you up during a ride and I expect that there will be many times in the future where we’ll be doing so.
Not much later we arrived at Harold’s place in Dundas, our home for the next 2 nights. After a warm welcome and cleaning up we sat round eating dinner learning about Harold’s own bike touring adventures. His longest tour to date was the ACA Southern Tier route from St Augustine to San Diego. He loved camping and being in nature and it was interesting to hear about a trip so different to ours. During his tour he camped 5 or 6 nights a week, whereas we are averaging less than once a week.
Harold had to take his daughter out to LaCrosse and C spent the rest of the evening talking to his wife Sybil. I went to my bedroom to check my email at about 7pm where I passed out to not stir until around 10am. I had felt a little sluggish during the day, but I was shocked to sleep for so long.