Biking the longest day of the year

Trip Start Sep 07, 2004
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Trip End Aug 25, 2010


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Flag of Canada  , Ontario,
Thursday, June 22, 2006

6. June 21st - longest day of the year - first day of summer - Summer Solstice.
I woke up at 5am. It was already ligth out but the sun hadn't risen above the trees. An amazing sight was to see thick clouds laying on top of the water. The sky changed colour and the clouds began to evaporate. It seemed as though there were two suns rising as one was an equally bright reflection in the water.
Nearing the end of our treck we got very tired. It might have had something to do with the road getting more hilly and the wind blwoing right at us too. The route we took had very few places to stop for water or bathrooms. We did take time to explore an old burned down house on the side of the road. It was quite an adventure to tiptoe throug the ashes examining blackened records and dishes, warped plastic, and a decaying piano. This was the day we passed through Jasper and Toledo, Ontario. At a red brick building called The Women's Institute (established in 1875), a lady gave us half of a watermelon so we lunched right then and there under a tree. First watermelon of the year for all three of us.
The weather was very hot and even more brutal with the wind and constant climbing of hills (it seems that we travelled up hill both ways!!). When we got to our campsite at Jone's Fall Locks we jumped into the lake with our clothes on and everything! It was so satisfying. This was the last night camping and we had the whole place to ourselves except for two Blue Herons and a beaver. That evening we really laughed a lot. The lock system at Jones Falls was the most intricate we'd seen yet. I should mention that the locks were built by Colonel By as preperation for the war of 1812 between Canada and the US. There is so much heritage and natural beauty preserved at these lock sites.


Final Day
7. A test of our mental and physical character, the last day was suposed to take only a few hours but was even steeper hills than the day ever before. We traveled at a pace between 5 and 8 kilometres per hour. People were impressed by how far we'd come but mostly the day was gruling and the most humid we'd experienced out of any other. At least we did see two of the birds that Graham told us to watch for and we also saw a porcupine. I reccomend Donna's chip truck to anyone who ever passes it. This kind lady gave us free cold water. After hours along the Burnt Hills and an unnamed roadway, we picniced in Battersea and treated ourselves to icecream and freezies. Closer to town we saw two bucks and a doe together. Another few hours of biking through more and more familiar streets got us back to Union street, just as it was starting to rain. This time though, unlike the first night of our trip, it was lovely to have the water cooling us off, as if the weather was saying 'Bravo!'

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