Day2 crossing Ontario's bread basket of corn, wheat and soy runs me symmetriclly eastward on a gridwork of country roads. Coffee in Mt. Brydges is excellent. We pass Delaware and Belmont. A curious, but persistent male husky gives chase for half a mile before giving up. He was not threatening, tho one never knows, even in courteous, (nice) Canada. Brindil didn't even look up from her mid-day nap.
Disaster strikes as I look back at the Bumbleberry (Canadian for "Fruits of the Forest") pie I had carefully placed in the trailer and see Brindil standing in it!! See, it was too juicy and heavy for the designated pie-neir bag, so I had set it ever-so-gently in the trailer next to B. Dimbo move. Time to stop and eat what is left in it's jumbled, bumbled condition. Fred and Sarah cycle up and, for some reason, decline my offer to join me for pie... We chat about future bicycle trips and they are now on a shakedown trip, in prep for a West Virginia adventure later this summer. East through Avon and Ostrander. Endless fields of crops. Kinda muggy. Ice cream in Springford, where a chubby Canuk lad of 12 says he would be "so bored" on a long cycle trip. I wonder how exciting a life in a tiny farming community in southern Ontario would compare, eh?
We push thru Otterville, then down to Delhi and busy Rte. 3. Slam a Coke, then hammer the last 10 miles down to Simcoe. Even though the Queensway Motor Inn is a bit drab, I pretend I am royalty amidst the stained carpet and peeling paint. Then on goes the Tour de France for more dreaming...
I see the wife tomorrow. My first date in 2 months...
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