Evan Malinchock
The heat was an evident part of the day even before I got rolling. I woke up later and told Brian to run along to the next town’s Tim Hortons to wait for me inside. I felt like I was packing up in a humid swamp during a heat wave, but I was in the exact opposite location, in a city park in Canada. As I got on my bike to ride ten miles to a Tim Hortons I listened to Google maps, which decided to take me down an extremely sandy and loose gravel road. As I rolled into the breakfast break I looked like a mess, dripping sweat and covered in white limestone sand.
After a filling “Beyond meat” Canadian bacon biscuit I felt revitalized enough to bang out the mileage into a break day eve. My family was kind enough to get us a room at an inn in Port Stanley as the weather looked super hot today and tomorrow.
Classic bike trip tan lines
Just after lunch Brian and I ran into another Chapel Hill-ianite, Jack who was a soon to be senior at DA! He was biking across America and has been following our blogs for the past few weeks and finally caught up to us after starting a little later than us. It was so wonderful to hear about someone else's experiences on the road that were so similar to my own. We joked about towns and signs that were notable along the way, and things that each party might have missed. Even after we pulled into Port Stanley, we sat down with Jack to share a dinner at the hotel.
Dinner with Jack
Break day eve is always the best day on a trip, with looking forward to nothingness being the only thing you have to do it's terribly relaxing.