Toronto for the early morning commuter
As part of a training regimen that should be known as a bit more than “average” I secured, with full knowledge of the undertaking, a friend to bike the Waterfront Trail with last weekend.
With plans of getting there before dark we set off at the very respectable 7 am.
Standing Stones by the Waterfront Trail
We went, to be quite honest, at a very good clip along the trail – weather aside. It poured as the day continued.
The trail is a beautiful through the cities – all along into Burlington it winds about parks and lands right beside the shore.
This was not where our trip went wrong.
Our trip first went wrong with a shard of metal in my tired. We stopped for lunch at a way-too-air conditioned Tim Hortons that said nothing (thankfully) at our disheveled and rather less than purchasing selves, and let us use hang out with our coffees. Which is to say, I was both thankful we were still in Burlington and that someone helped us out as I couldn’t get the bolts off the bike. But we finally get a new tube on (Note the first: be a boy scout. Always be prepared with an extra tube)
As navigators, it might be said, we aren’t the swiftest. We followed the trail directly – right into Hamilton (where it might be said that it ended without warning. I said it left us in the middle of nowhere in the rain).
But we kept going – we found another route through the rather less than easy to follow paths we could follow in the not-so-complete maps at end (Note the second: Be a boy scout… always have a full map on hand. We, er didn’t), but we kept on.
It took, all told, ’round ’bout fifteen hours. We were going at a decent clip, and finally hit the lovely hill into Niagara Falls at 10 pm.
This trip is actually a really beautiful one, and it’s mostly well marked, just uh. Be prepared.
The trip back was nice. It only took about two hours:
That Go Train. Always with the surprises.
We’re on a countdown, folks. I’ll be reporting from Paris in twelve days.