Day 31-Taylor’s Cove
Caliper Lake to Taylor’s Cove, Ontario
Distance: 128 km
28 degrees

We’re staying on a private campground tonight which has definite advantages, and some disadvantages; on the plus side we do not have to contend with the masses who have packed all their earthly belongings including the dog and cat (yes, cat) into their roving home, and then disgorged its contents for all to see, cat included.

There are very few others around; giving the place the kind of solitude that one often wants when in the Great Outdoors.
We’re camping beside a lake, which except for the odd motor boat, is quite quiet.
I got to chattin’ with a ruddy, red swollen faced guy at the camp store who is here from the States for a three day fishing competition; turns out he is a professional fisherman and travels all over Canada, US, and Mexico from competition to competition.
He says he hunts in the winter.
I didn’t know that people like him still exist.
He was complaining about having been on the water fishing for the past 30 days.
I told him he should try spending 30 days on the bike and then see how he felt.

On the negative side is the lack of facilities; there are two toilets and two showers for 28 people, who all seem to want to use both at the same time.
Also, the shower was cold, which actually suited me just fine as I was sweltering and needed to cool down after the ride, and wimped out of jumping into the lake (I don’t trust the murky water and the reeds give me the creeps-a true wimp I am.)

The ride today started out being quite hilly (we climbed approximately 450 meters today) but eventually turned into rolling terrain.
The heat was beating us over the head with the heat stick, and man, did I feel whacked.
Lewis is not as affected by the heat as I am, and doesn’t seem to be as sapped.

For dinner the galley duty made pasta salad, cabbage salad and a rice salad with the leftover rice from last night; it wasn’t as good as last night’s meal, but for us hungry lot as long as it’s chewable and digestible, it’ll do.
(Lewis actually discovered some left over curry and surreptitiously handed it out as he did not want to offend the galley crew on duty.)

Tomorrow’s ride is going to be approximately 160 km, and then 174 km the day the day after that, so we’re all feeling rather sorry for ourselves.

9:20pm, off to bed.