Day 34: supposedly 92 miles, actually 97 miles

Today we left the country. With the help of our friends from the St. Mark's Episcopal Church, who fed us an incredible breakfast, we were able to locate the ferry.  We were then yelled at by the woman at customs for attempting to take a picture with a sign that read “once you pass this sign you must take the ferry to Canada.” Apparently it is against the law to take pictures of a federal building, even though the exterior resembled more of a candy shop. After making it across the canal, we were able to start our ride. We only made one wrong turn before the first snack break at the local fire station, where the fire chief let us use the bathrooms and take a picture with the old fashion fire truck.  Unfortunately, the second portion of the ride did not go quite as smoothly as the first, and we ended up taking a wrong turn that added an extra five miles to the route.  This caused my mother to begin yelling at the “worthless” GPS unit perched on the front of her bicycle. We all made it to the stop in good time, and only later did we discover that it was trying to take us on a shorter route.  A nice man who owned the restaurant next to the shop let us use the bathroom before he locked up, but poor Luke discovered only a few minutes to late that he had left his water bottle inside.  Luke was devastated even though we have extras, because his water bottles would no longer be matching and one of them would not have a Camel back jet squirt top.  With his newfound anger, Luke pulled us the last fifteen of our final thirty-mile section into Port Stanley. Upon our arrival, we went swimming in Lake Erie, and later had dinner in a near by restaurant.

Lia