July 8th, 2010

3 more days to go before my cousin’s wedding in Toronto…

Breakfast was served at the shelter at 7:00am; slightly earlier than what we’re used to, but we had no trouble getting up since curfew was at 11:00pm last night.  We took our time and volunteered with cleaning duties once again since the parts to my bike weren’t due to come in till mid morning.  We headed over to Excalibur at around 9:30am and the parts came in shortly after.  We immediately started working since time is of the essence. 

If all goes according to plan, we’ll spend a night in Sault Ste. Marie and arrive in Toronto late afternoon the day before the wedding.  Worst case scenario is that we’ll show up on the day of the wedding, which I am hoping will not be the case.  So far the only people that know we’ll be attending are the bride and groom.  For all we know, our family thinks we’re still in Alberta. 


Today’s ride didn’t go without a potential setback.  We rode till we had to switch to reserve tanks and miscalculated the distance to the next fuel station.  We took the exit off the highway to enter the town of Wawa and Amanda’s bike had barely enough fuel to make it to the gas station.  She ended up having to putt her way on first gear for the last kilometer; talk about cutting it close. 

Giant Canada goose in Wawa

We made it to Sault Ste. Marie by nightfall and ended up camping in a park within the city.  The picture below was taken the morning after for it will be nearly impossible to pitch a tent here without being noticed in broad daylight.

 It dawned on us after we had set up camp and looked out over the city lights that we’ll be home tomorrow.  We understood what Timmer and Radioman had said when they mentioned the desire to put on hard miles to get home when you’re nearing the end of the journey.  Well, we might not have understood completely since this is not the end.  After the wedding is over, we’re back on the road again and we have RockyNH to thank for putting the bug in our ears way back in Nashua, New Hampshire; The Trans Labrador Highway. 

705 km

Racing to get home.

A slight miscalculation.

Not nearly the end.