Monday, May 30th – Tuesday, June 1st
I spend two days relaxing with Paul at his Mum’s condo in Windsor. We don’t get out of the house until six in the evening on the Monday when we go out to a seafood restaurant so I can try perch – a local speciality around this end of the lake. I get it deep fried and it’s excellent. In the evening we go up on the roof and look over at Detroit where Movement, a techno festival, is in it’s third night. The bass travels over the water and even manages to shake cars and objects on this side a little. We get some drinks in the evening.
On Tuesday we make it out earlier and head to Walkerville, one of the more interesting neighbourhoods of Windsor. I buy a cover to protect my Brooks saddle in the rain which has hit sporadically over the last week. We have lunch then head down to Point Pelee National Park – the Southern most point of mainland Canada. The tip of the beach has been eroded to a nub, rather than being a point but it’s still a scenic little place to take a photo and enjoy the view over the lake which on this day blends perfectly into the sky.
We head back to Windsor via Paul’s mums lake house which is going to be put up for sale. It’s where he grew up and is a compact but homely place which has that summer house smell and has decor a few decades old but it’s all part of the charm. We go out to the lake in the back garden, which is a lot rougher compared to flat Lake Erie, and drink a beer in the sun.
That evening we eat more good food – this time steak, and I feel like these few days of culinary excess have more than made up for all the gas station lunches i’ve had recently.
I try and play my route when I get back but i’m too tired. I feel rested but it always feel like there’s never enough time – enough time to do literally nothing at all.
In the morning i’ll (hopefully) cross back into the USA, back to Toledo, and back on my bike. Ohio, followed by Indiana, and then, perhaps, Chicago.
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