I am typing this from the pub at the Ganaoque Inn. But before you
jump to conclusions, it is because the hotel's Wi-Fi signal does not
reach my room. Their signal only reaches the main building, but that
would mean pushing my heavy biked up stairs.

Today was an eighty miles day. I think I pedaled so fast, because I
was constantly under a threat of rain, and after the last two days,
I did not want to get wet again.

While I was passing through the small town of Napanee, it started to
drizzle. Since it was 11:30, I thought it would be a good time to
take lunch. Just as I was parking my bike under the awning at
John's
Restaurant (and there really was a John behind the counter) it
started to pour. It lasted for fifteen minutes. It had stopped by
the time I left, but all day I felt a mist on my face even though
there were be no drops in the puddles.

It was probably that same mist that made it feel much cooler than it
actually was. Even tough it was between the low and mid sixties all
day, I kept my jacket on. The head wind did not help either.

Today was much like yesterday with a succession of small towns.
Kingston was the largest, and in spite of the mist, the downtown
area was bustling. Gananoque is a tourist town because it is the
gateway to Thousand Islands and sits right on the beginning of the
Saint Lawrence River.

I spoke to Ken in the late afternoon and they were about five miles
from Rochester, New York. There may have been a lot of static on the
line, but I thought I heard him say that Susie was thinking about
camping. It must have been a bad connection.

As of today I have cycled 3,126 miles and climbed 111,079 feet.