September 13, 2012
Cruise to Hospitality: Port Dover to Dain City
Mark: "You guys don't have to wild camp tonight. Come stay with us. Just 7 k up the road.
White house, red barn on the left." And so we did.
Touched Lake Erie for a few miles on the route east from Dover. Amazingly impressive mansions
along the lake.
Ran up behind this fellow on a comfort bike and of course, stopped for a visit. He and Spoon
got into birds and bird watching. On and on. Took the picture and off we went again.
Good stop in Dunnville for lunch. A town of about 12,000 that made us think of life in the 50's.
Lots of small businesses throughout the town. No stinken' Walmart. Lots of folks strolling
about and riding bikes. Temp in high 70's.
Spoon led us to Goart's Sports. The result of this for me was a new camera. The fellow
doing the transaction allowed as to how he would be visiting his daughter in Tyler, Texas
in February. Tyler is 70 miles south of Linden where I live.
We somewhat reluctantly pulled out of Dunnville to connect to a bike trail in Dain that would
take us into Niagara Falls to meet Spoon's son Jeff on Friday. Our plan was to stealth camp
on the trail. A good plan.
Until Mark pulled up beside our bikes at the C store with a better plan.
Mark, Laura, Morgan, and Charlie living a life out of Farm and Country magazine. 5 acres with a large pond, fine home
and barn. Mark installs sprinkler systems and Laura, growing an addition to the family, works 100 hours/week(her words,)
at home and at a lighting factory. Wonderful family. Mark's dad had recently hosted a touring cyclist himself.
Mark likes to hunt. He'd just shot 5 Canadian geese that he'd lured to his pond, practically out his back door. 5
a day is all that's allowed. We'll miss the big family/friends pig roast Saturday.
Our camp for the night is their sumptrous basement with all we need. Breakfast promised in the morning.
Had a call from Oren while we were chating around the campfire. He has his newly purchased recumbent in the back of
his truck, on his way to Indianapolis to see his daughter and try his misbehaving legs out on a trail ride there.
How good can it get?
Daily angst: Spoon refusing to let me sit in his Trailsling camp chair this entire trip. "You sold your's, now you're
trying to bum mine. No." To be fare, he has donated a can opener that he couldn't figure out how to use. Works fine in
in my hands.
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Quiz: What town made us think of life in the 1950's? What are the names of the Battle children? What did Mark shoot at his pond?
Today's ride: 52 miles (84 km)
Total: 459 miles (739 km)
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