total km: 4987.7
En route to Brighton. The perks to the scenery after the rains stop.Once again, due to the time zone change, we woke up in the early afternoon. Our last few hours with Kate were spent watching classic cinema (old school Katie and Kate home videos - Hahle, you make a wicked judge). We said our final goodbyes and drove to the outskirts of Toronto, which happened to be into a little town called Cobourg. It was here that we dropped off our car, thankfully, free of charge for the crank set grease marks that we accidentally stenciled across the back seat, or the chicken scratch lines that our handle bars etched into its side door. Hey, we asked for a truck.
After an entire week off, we were rusty. In fact, pedaling felt strange. Luckily our road of choice coincided with “The Waterfront Trail” for some sections and we were provided with an ample, well maintained shoulder. It also coincided with other tourists in need of directions. For some reason lost drivers keep thinking that loaded bikers look like they might know their way around local areas. After only 34km the sun was already nearing the horizon and we found ourselves in Brighton, far from any campground. The obvious solution was to set up our tent behind the grocery store in an area that provided excess privacy and comfort, until the rain found us half way through cooking dinner.
The clouds seemed to part, and the day got brighter just as we were entering Brighton, oddly enough.B&K
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