In the spirit of being in Canada, I had to list the distance in kilometers :)
What a day! I left Croswell pretty early and took the bike path that my host mentioned to me. It took me to Lexington on the shores of Lake Huron. From there I headed south along the lake. My tire, still with the broken spoke, wobbled on.
I had a quick mid-morning snack about half way to the bike shop in Port Huron. The bike tire wouldn’t have lasted another 5 miles after Port Huron. Another spoke broke about 3 miles from the bike shop. It made it though :)
I took some pictures of the Blue Water Bridge first:
After spending a little time along the waterfront gazing at Canada on the other side, my bike made it to Alpine Cycles bike shop where the rear tire was replaced. It wasn’t long after before I was at the bridge. A 15 minute wait at the bridge authority toll booth gave me time to think about my route through Canada before I could load my bike in the back of a pickup truck to get driven across the bridge to the Canada customs. After showing them my passport, a few brief questions ensued.
Before I knew it, I was free and clear in Canada. The first stop was currency exchange. The second stop was Subway to use some of that cash. Canadian currency is much more interesting and colorful than U.S. currency!
An awesome west wind developed, allowing me to roll out of Sarnia with some speed. Sustained speeds of 18-20 mph were common for a couple hours.
When I rolled into Strathroy, a few things needed to happen. Because I now have no mobile data or calling capability from my phone, wi-fi needed to be found to find a place to stay tonight – either a campground or a host.
On the west side of Strathroy, while biking into town, some people in a car that passed by cheered out their window at me. I waved and was pleased that if nothing else, there were some cycling enthusiasts here :)
I stopped at an intersection to get my bearings and asked an individual if there was a McDonalds or something with wi-fi in town. He pointed right up the street.
I ordered a drink to have while searching for hosts or campsites. As I was sitting down, I looked over to be greeted by the people who drove by me on the other side of town.
A woman named Sharon and her two daughters Becky and Emily were the ones from the car. They sat down by me and inquired about my trip. We talked for a few minutes until they asked where I would be staying. I asked them if there were any good places to camp around Strathroy – which there really wasn’t – but they invited me to their place. They even said they would have food for me!
How amazing that was.
They gave me directions to their place and departed.
I couldn’t believe it. I needed a place and was unsure all day what I would do for tonight, but God put these people in my path.
When I arrived at their place, I was greeted warmly and met the rest of the family – John and Josh. We had great conversation over dinner and all evening long. It was great to learn some of the little differences between Ontario and the U.S. Where I was earlier today.
It couldn’t have been a better first day experience in Canada.