While the promised sunshine never materialised, today's ride went
quite well.

It started with a substantial complimentary breakfast at the
Gananoque Inn. The ride commenced with a twenty-five paved dedicated
bike path that ran almost all the way to Brockville. From then
County Road # 2 mostly ran along the river, but still continued to
run through the main streets of great towns, like Brockville and
Prescott (pronounced press-caught). Of special interest were two
towns, Iroquois and Morrisburg, that needed to moved because of the
construction of the St. Lawrence Seaway.

Still visible along this route are the old fortifications, including
Fort Henry and Fort Wellington, built to keep those wild southern
hordes on their side of the river. Laugh as you may, but I guess it
worked. Oh wait a minute; a five person horde is headed for the
border as I type. Bonnie, Gail, Susie, Ken and Martin were five
miles from Oswego when we last spoke. They knocked out an eighty
mile day.

It makes my seventy mile day seem pathetic. I originally intended to
cycle to the ninety-five miles to Cornwall today, but there was
something about the sign for the Macintosh Inn at Morrisburg that
made me stop. Could it have been the words "high-speed
Internet"? Or maybe it was the sign that read "Father's
Day Buffet"? It is the Bookends Tour motto.

Ether way, tomorrow I should arrive in Montréal, the land of
poutine and steamers.

So far it has taken me 3,195 miles and 112,080 feet and 54 days to
get here.