Every bike trip begins a little differently. Some on a plane - either with, or without a bike, some on a train, others right from home (the best!) And this time it started in a truck. We all met in Montreal, and after a tour of fink's production set, we set off for Kingston where the St Lawrence begins. After obligatory stops at Timmy's, we finally began biking around 1pm. 15 miles through farmland just north of the river, and a nice late lunch in gananoque (yes, que is pronounced). Then 33 miles on a bike path along the thousand islands parkway right on the river. Beautiful. Arrival in brockville, where we stayed in B&B built in 1840. Dinner up on the patio (that was best part - slow service, meh food) overlooking the harbor, then walked through Canada's first underground railroad tunnel. A good day. 31 miles (for me, as I drove sag in afternoon), averaging almost 16 mph - a record. That's cause it's downhill, with a tailwind.
Every bike trip begins a little differently. Some on a plane - either with, or without a bike, some on a train, others right from home (the best!) And this time it started in a truck. We all met in Montreal, and after a tour of fink's production set, we set off for Kingston where the St Lawrence begins. After obligatory stops at Timmy's, we finally began biking around 1pm. 15 miles through farmland just north of the river, and a nice late lunch in gananoque (yes, que is pronounced). Then 33 miles on a bike path along the thousand islands parkway right on the river. Beautiful. Arrival in brockville, where we stayed in B&B built in 1840. Dinner up on the patio (that was best part - slow service, meh food) overlooking the harbor, then walked through Canada's first underground railroad tunnel. A good day. 31 miles (for me, as I drove sag in afternoon), averaging almost 16 mph - a record. That's cause it's downhill, with a tailwind.
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