John made the three of us great omelets for breakfast and we sat and chatted. I was on the bike by about 11am.
Bluffer’s Park is a real treasure and is not too far east from the Hunter’s. I ended up climbing part of the bluffs walking my bike just before the trail joined up with Brimley Road. It’s amazing that there is such a wild area on the edge of Toronto. Give credit to whoever decided to leave it that way.
The Waterfront Trail between Toronto and Darlington was a mixture of roads and well maintained trails.
Because it was Sunday the trails were especially busy with people strolling and bikers getting their long exercise of the week. I kept my own with other cyclists and when I couldn’t I told myself that it was because of the extra weight on my bike.
For lunch I bought hot dog and fries from a group of three boys about 12-14 who were tending a kiosk. It wasn’t the healthiest lunch. They were impressed that I had traveled so far… all the way from Kitchener and asked if I raced. Ha Ha — that is one way to make a 61 year old feel good.
There are plenty of turns and tangential trails and I had to watch my GPS carefully. I missed a turn just as I was passing a cyclist. By the time I had discovered my error I was behind almost a kilometer.
I arrived at Darlington PP around two. At the store I bumped into a fellow cyclist with a trailer traveling from Michigan to Vermont.
It’s 4:32pm now and I have just set up my tent at (see the picture). I can clearly see the lake from the camps site. Not bad. It couldn’t have been a better day. Not too hot, not too cloudy and I had a great wind (north-by-north-west I think).
