The morning was mostly overcast with intermittent rain.
The trip along the canal was like a trip through history. It is hard to imagine the enormous investment and vision that men had to build the canal in the 1800s. Now, although it is well maintained, it is used only sparingly by cyclist and some boaters.
Interestingly everyone I saw on the Erie Canal was relaxed and noticeably friendly. The stillness of the canal and the surrounding beauty seemed to have a positive effect.
The route departed from the canal at Lockport and took a more less direct route to the Queenston Bridge to Canada.
The view of the gorge from the Queenston Bridge was as always, gorgeous. I had thoughts of taking a picture in the middle but the traffic was distracting and there wasn’t any shoulder for my bicycle. Canada is wonderful and familiar.
I did not like the route I took through St. Catharines. The trail beside the Twelve Mile Creek was quite muddy from the recent rains and it was not well maintained. In retrospect the trip through Niagara on the Lake and skirting the shores through Port Dalhousie would have been better.
The Hamilton Beach trail is especially inviting after the long ride along roads sandwiched between the QEW and the lake shore.
I am staying at Sim’s house again for the night.
