Day 92 Caro to Emmett 95km

The weather hasn't improved overnight, but we do have a plan! A long day, to bring us within sight of the Canadian border. Maybe our campground host had something to do with it, but I am looking forward to the Canadians. Within minutes of pedaling out, the rain gear is required. So now we have windy, cold and wet, yay! We are on the lookout for a bakery but find the Windows to the Past Cafe instead, where warmth, charm and the lovely Tony, restore my faith in all the great American cliches. And a big pot of tea, served with a proper tea cup, is well celebrated by this subject of the queen.



The rain and the wind keep hassling us, and it is my turn to be the witness to Kerstin's downfall. A set of oddly angled, wet, old railroad tracks toppled her from the bike, and her noggin is saved from a crack against the ground by our ever present helmets. If only I had read the next line on the map, "use extreme caution crossing RR", but we are lucky once again, only a fright and some bruises. The concerned woman who lives right by the tracks rushes out to check on us, saying cyclists come unstuck here often, and she has called an ambulance for more than one of them. There are some definite pluses to pedaling as slow as we do. We pedal on, cautiously, through the small towns of Silverwood, Brown City and Capac. The last declaring itself proudly as the birthplace of the motorhome, at least we know now who is to blame. With no other choice, we pull up tired and reluctant at what we hope will be our last KOA campground, where tents and their occupants are second class citizens to the RVers. Kerstin makes us a big pot of comfort food, minestrone, which warms our bodies and cheers our spirits. Canada here we come! - Posted using BlogPress from my iPad