Today we rode 86 miles from Watertown, NY, to Morrisburg, Ontario.
Ken deftly led us out of town as we cycled toward our first goal,
Ogdensburg (56 miles). There we ate lunch at the Phoenix Cafe where
a local MD from a nearby office ran over bike in tow to talk to us
about his dream of cycling across the U.S. someday. "But my wife
won't let me", he lamented. Just then his wife walked by and told
us all that he was free to go anytime! I almost thought he was
going to join us then and there!

The worst part of the day for me was crossing the bridge into
Canada. It was more than a mile long, very high, and "see through"
(grated). I knew if I rode directly behind someone and focussed on
that person I would be fine. There was little traffic so we
started, but just as we almost reached midpoint the bridge
authorities pulled up in a truck and told us we had to walk our
bikes along the narrow sidewalk next to the railing. The others
complied but I kept cycling, telling them that if I stopped I would
lose my lunch. When I reached the other side I apologized to the
Canadian customs officer who knew nothing about the incident but
became very interested. I told him I was too afraid to stop. He
told me the bridge was 57 years old and very sturdy and I replied
that a phobia cannot be dispelled through reason. He asked, "So,
you have an unreasonable fear of bridges?" and we went on in that
vein until he was convinced that it was OK to allow me into Canada.

We cycled on through more of beautiful Canada till we reached
Morrisburg. We have a new routine with Martin in the lead scouting
for our bathroom stops, our "second" breakfast, lunch, and then the
all-important afternoon icecream stop. By the way, Martin has eaten
his way almost all the way through his 10 pounds of trail mix and
has found the pair of sandals buried beneath all the other stuff in
him panniers.