Our day began with Jonathan's breakfast, which amused Mark and me for at least an hour. We had a May West - how Canadian. After leaving Barrington in the fog, we rode for almost 50 miles before we came to a store, a town, or anything more than 3-4 houses together. Mostly by the water, or in pine forests, the whole way was lined with purple, pink and white lupines. And dead porcupines. The fog burned off and we stopped in shelburne for a late lunch by the water. Then onto Lockporte where there's a nice sandy (freezing cold!) beach, and we had dinner on the pier by the harbor. Then it was 12 more miles to our chalet for the night, which was very nice. Highlight - meeting the 'old fart walking'. Her comment about cycling: 'it doesn't matter how good you are, eventually your face is going to hit the ground.'. Lowlight - a smashed iPhone screen. Miles 82.4
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