I didn’t pay the ferryman

There’s some pleasure in cycling down a long road toward the ferry and passing by all the cars that have passed me in the last hour or so. The Glenora ferry is only running a single boat so I have time to chat

Today has been relatively uneventful. Two people I’d planned to visit are away on vacation (or at least that’s what they said).

Found a great place in Ganonoque for breakfast. Starting there and all the way through Kingston, masks are a must. Even as a cyclist on the ferry. I guess they’ve had the fear of God put in them recently.

Arriving in Kingston

Coming off the ferry the plan was to head to Picton. Plans are easily changed. Especially when it comes to beer. I’m now enjoying a very tasty IPA at Lake on the Mountain Brewing co. Maybe two…

The beer garden

Okay, it was two

After the brewery I went through Picton and Bloomington and nothing stood out as a place to stop so headed on to Wellington. Just before I saw this little place called Ray’s Cottages. So here I am along side West Lake for the night.

Camping night two

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