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| Day 45 - August 11 - Toronto to Campbellford 165km |
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| I am a little reluctant to part with my warm sleeping bag this morning. I don't know of anyone who would volunteer to get up early on a cold morning if it weren't absolutely necessary. It's 6:00 though, so I suppose I should get moving. The guys will be waiting for me if I'm late. |
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| I make the mistake of setting my helmet on the picnic table as I get the tent packed up. I had seen ants on and around the table earlier, but it didn't occur to me that they'd get all over my helmet. Putting up with ants crawling on me while I'm riding is something I hadn't expected. |
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| Just a few kilometres out of camp, Barry is standing on the side of the road at our first scheduled turn-off telling us to stay on Highway 2 for a smoother, shorter ride. Since it's Saturday, the traffic doesn't determine the route like it would on a busy weekday. We save 14km by the time we get to Newcastle, where we pull in to McDonalds for a morning break. |
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| We leave the highway at this point and the road runs along Lake Ontario and amidst the corn fields for 30km. Port Hope is our next stop to get a nice lunch put on by TDC riders from previous years. Some of them are from the area, so they do this every year. They cheer as we arrive and ask all about the trip thus far. We stay for almost 2 hours. |
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| I ride with Glenn for awhile and quickly discover that I took too long a break and that I can't get my legs going again. It's a struggle to keep the pace today. I start feeling the effects of the afternoon sun as we hit hill after hill on this winding country road. It's much like what I'd find in New Brunswick, but I just don't have the energy for it today. We miss a turn-off at some point and luck out by saving some distance and skipping the construction. |
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| An excellent meal of perogies and corn on the cob satisfies my hunger as I settle down for the evening. As I lay in my tent, I can't help but laugh when I overhear Al say, "I'm looking forward to my sandwiches tomorrow...we've got real butter". We cyclists are simple people. |
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