It rained heavily in the night but I slept well.
There was an active rail trestle about 200 yards from the spot where I had pitched my tent. By my reckoning a long freight train passed over every hour or so. The sound was deafening and it seemed to go on for a long time. Passenger trains ran even more frequently but I don’t recall hearing any during the night. As usual I slept with ear plugs and although they did nothing to silence the roar of the trains I slept very well. Strangely the sound was almost soothing.
In the morning the skies were overcast and the temperature was cool. I packed, took some additional pictures of the locks and rode back through the city to find the ferry to Wolfe Island. On the way I had a breakfast at Tim Horton’s.
I arrived about 45 minutes early for the 9:30am ferry and spent the time trying to catch up on the blog. And right at 9:30 a bunch of cars, one pedestrian with a toddler stroller, and man with a bike boarded the ferry and crossed over to Wolfe Island.
I wish I could say Wolfe Island was uniquely interesting but the route from the Canadian ferry to the US ferry was made up of farmland similar to what you would see anywhere in rural Ontario.
In keeping with noticeably high water on Lake Ontario, the concrete ferry wharf was under 6 inches of water. Cars and SUVs (and bikes) managed to board the little ferry through the water nonetheless. After boarding I crossed over on the ferry and reported to the customs people on the American shore in Cape Vincent by 11:45am.
It started to rain very hard while I ate lunch not far from the ferry station. Fortunately, by the time I resumed cycling the worst of it had passed.
The route from the ferry to Selkirk followed all rural roads through rolling hills. When I arrived at Selkirk I had two danishes for supper (there were no restaurants), set up the tent and called it a night.
