Rain woke me up at midnight and, since I got up two or three times to pee in bare feet on soggy ground, I can tell you it was cold rain with a north wind.
I can also tell you that a critter climbed up the saddlebags on my bike and feasted. I heard it scurry away during one of my standing-there-and-getting-rained-on moments. It left empty bags strewn on the ground, after eating the two pieces of chicken and half a bag of walnuts in the front pannier, and the two wrapped pieces of ham and six of my nine apricots in the rear bag.
I took the tent down in the rain and ate canned kippers and cottage cheese in the shower building.
Then it was a road day, and I was under rain for over three hours until noon, and riding into an 11 – 30 km/h headwind for 4:44 hrs, 37 miles. I had planned to go further, but was done for the day in Algoma, where I got a motel and am drying all my stuff.
The route passed through farm country, with frequent views of the lake, which would have been a light gray sky over a dark gray lake, with greenish gray shrubs and brown dirt fields, all washed in a gray drizzle— had it not been too wet to take pictures.
The sun is now out, but it’s only 7 C, with the promise of a sunny 14 C and the same headwind tomorrow.
I had a delicious supper of fajitas, but then again, who knows, because everything tastes good when you’re this hungry. Biking does that. It also makes for great sleep.
Which I suppose helps answer the question I had early on in the day — “What am I doing on this dumb ass trip, anyway?”
Addendum, the next morning . . .
And it’s bright and sunny this morning!
“Mother, father, kindly disregard this letter!”