I should have written this up yesterday but I was really beat. I’m still pretty beat!
I normally do a long-distance ride on Saturdays but it rained pretty much all day this past Saturday. Sunday looked good with only a 30% chance of rain. (You may all be correct in your suspicions as to where this is headed.) So, I took off once again and it was a great day for a ride. I pushed quickly enough that, at one point, I even considered making a strong push for Niagara Falls and attaining my goal at least a month early!
But, just past Jordan, I stopped at a gas station and asked this lady (in a Mercedes convertible) where was I? She mentioned that I was near a place called Morningstar Mill which I had actually been thinking about. Almost a decade back, I had embarked on a bike tour with the University of Toronto’s Outdoors Club in the area and had visited an old mill. So, I decided to take a detour to see if this was the same one. She did warn me about about a steep drop in the road and, then, a steep climb. Uh oh. I hate it when things like that happen!
Well, it did! I actually broke the speed limit going to the mill and back while on the downhills. It was so steep that I didn’t dare glance down but one time!
The mill looked about what I had remembered with some major restoration work done in the past decade but I also recalled the Niagara Escarpment looming up behind the mill so I wasn’t too sure. I asked the mill volunteer onsite and he suggested that I might be thinking about the one at Ball’s Falls nearby. But, now, that I just checked it online (thank you, Internet!), I can see that Morningstar is the mill I was thinking of. That Escarpment is somewhere, though! hehehe
Actually, the Escarpment is always there, looming darkly menacingly off to my right as I head southeast and, to my left, as I head back home. One day, I’ll come back to finish it off.
So, after the mill, I headed back and noticed almost immediately a huge, dark, bank of ugly clouds to my front. Uh oh. I did manage to stop and pick up a quart basket of cherries to bring home, though. They were the last of the season and I had to go to three fruit stands to get them!
Heading back, it finally started to rain near Hamilton. The stuff started to come down in buckets and hard enough to sting! I could barely see at times and had to stop at various spots, one of which was in a puddle almost 3 inches deep. At my last stop, I met another cyclist who invited me back to her place in Burlington to warm up and wait out the rain. Her name’s Elisabeth and we chatted for a bit as the sun finally came out and I headed back to Toronto.
Along the way, an American touring cyclist caught up with me. I had noticed him in a Burlington parking lot but wasn’t sure what he was doing since he was talking to a couple of people there. We chatted a bit and I found out that he was traveling along the Northern Tier route down to Maine(?) and, then, back home to North Carolina. He was supposed to meet up with friends in Mississauga but his route sounded a bit suspicious. A bit after Southdown Ave., I suggested that he call them up and figure out how to get to their place. Good thing too! His intended route would have had him backtracking several kilometers out of his way. Always glad to help out!
I finally staggered in at around 7:22 pm after doing 245.36 kms in 14 hours. Sooooo tired it was not funny. But, it was a great trip with some highlights being:
- Potentially solved a mill mystery. Finally got to say that!
- Met a couple of really nice people.
- Bag Balm does work!
- Got my bike washed of all its dust.
- Cherries came back in perfect condition and are soooo ripely sweet!
Yep, all in all, a pretty good trip. 