it started out as such a glorious day. paul was a little tired from his long dive and little sore from sleeping on the ground. but the weather was beautiful and the canal path was lovely. along the way we stopped in some wonderful small towns. we met a lovely retired couple, mike, 78 yr old wife, and bill, 85 yr old husband, in medina. they used to own the jewelry store. they ended up inviting us to their group's table where they've eaten breakfast every morning for the last 45 years. during the next hour, they told us about medina; we told them about the bike trip. they ended up treating us.
we had lunch in brockport, sitting outside next to the canal. A sail boat came by and we watched as the bridge closed down and, then, lifted to allow the boat through. it was on it's way to the far end of lake erie.
then there was the major screw. i had made plans for us to spend the nigh with deb welsh's step mother, d, in rochester. yours truly had failed to call d the night before to confirm we were on time and would be there for dinner and the night. we showed up and waited outside till 7:15. when she still hadn't shown, we felt it best to head on and find some place to camp down the trail. D called at 8:00 to tell me she was home, but it was too late, we had gone too far.
we ended up riding as fast as possible, 15 miles through clouds of gnats. we found a pretty nice place to camp at one of the locks in the canal. we scrounged a little food, drank a bottle of wine with some fig newtons, and disappointedly went to bed.
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