Sunday, July 19, 2009

Port Ontario, NY

Written by Ellen:

After a delicious breakfast of left over berries and cream, we realized we had absolutely no extra tubes. (I will admit that I am the worst of all – already with 12 flats). So before we head out we had a speed patching circle going on. One person would find the hole while someone else marked it and passed it on to be glued.

After only 3 miles, the mappers (Parker and I) already didn’t know which way to go so we biked up to some photographers on the side of the road. After figuring out which way to go, they asked us to take our picture. Apparently, they were the National Association of Photoshop Professionals. (????)

While following Map my Ride’s instructions, we managed to make a full circle around one neighborhood and come back to the same road we started on. But then Parker and I got our act together and found a short cut that took off about 7 miles (which is a lot on a bike).

The day proceeded as usual – 35 miles until snack then 35 lunch. Today did do one thing though, it was an eye-opener for us: oh yeah… there are such things as hills, and they are hard. Oh, and at lunch, Parker did something incredible. He actually admitted to “feeling it”. I think it was a one-time thing never ever to be seen again.

In the afternoon, the Brocketts were scheduled to arrive (a day early – Mr. Brockett just couldn’t wait). Mr. Brockett was going to go to the camp, get on his bike, and bike our route backwards until he found us. However, Parker and I got a little lost once again – we just missed our turn by 2 miles or so. Some of us turned around to meet Mr. Brockett while those a little too tired to add 5 miles just kept going. Those more tired/lazy were Ellie, Angie, and I. We picked our way along Lake Ontario wistfully eyeing the apple and cherry orchards as they passed.

Now we are sitting in the beautiful Selkirk State Park, watching a beautiful sunset, digesting the Duke’s last delicious meal, and listening to some Cat Stevens. These are some of the times I am going to miss the most.

By Ellen

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