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September 21 Wednesday Bicycle touring from Cannington Ontario to Ferris Provincial Park Ontario Saw a couple of funny signs the past couple days. On a canal bridge: "Duck. Or quack your head." It was just as the water passed through a low entryway. And another on a park sign by the beach: "No undressing in cars." One on the road: "Bad corner ahead." On Monday we saw huge fields of vegetables. One field was just carrots, another Spanish onions, another lettuce, another cabbage. I could really smell those onions. They were digging them up. The sun rose a beautiful ball of red. We cycled onto a road past the conservation turn in and found the road ended in about a kilometre. Two elementary school kids on bikes passed us as we were turning around. I saw them take a path on the other side of the conservation area towards Lindsay. I took a picture of Sharon and her fully loaded touring bike on the road, then another along the path. It looks like an old railway route. This one is packed firmer that our earlier one though. We followed it all the way into Lindsay. It was great wending our way beneath a canopy of maple and oak trees. They're just beginning to dress in their autumnal clothing. We bicycled through Downeyville, then stopped for a breakfast of nutrition-laden Honey Cheerios at a "Closed -- Use at your own risk" Emily Provincial Park. We found a picnic table by the water. Crews had dumped a pile of sand to refurbish the beach from the mobs of summer. The seagulls were sitting in stunned silence, wondering where the bountiful handouts had gone. We pedalled county roads to Lakefield, north of Peterborough. Not much traffic. The bridge crossing the river in Lakefield has a colourful view upstream. It looks great now; it will look spectacular when all of the trees have changed. We stayed at a campground at the Ferris Provincial Park. No one was there. We found a secluded spot, hidden behind a stand of trees. We set up the tent in darkness -- we're pretty good at setting this thing up now and could probably do it blindfolded. We don't have to make supper, as we had stopped back in Hastings and ate sandwiches along the waterway. It was warm in the sun today, but any time we stopped in the shade it was cool. In the middle of the night we awoke to something huge walking on a rock pile that lines the row of campsites. I looked out the tent door screen, but it was too dark to see whatever it was. It had no trouble dislodging large rocks as it walked along. |
