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Slept in just a little longer than I wanted.... I didn't exactly pay full price for my campsite since I purposefully got in late, so every truck engine I heard in the morning freaked me out. But finally out without the mounties on my back. I'm not sure if it's all the wind or the clean refreshing Canadian air, but my sinuses have been all sorts grossness. I have to say though, I've become an expert at snot rockets. Uphills, downhills, in traffic, left, right, doesn't matter. So if you see me riding back in Durham you might want to give me a little space... Weather picked up a little and since I can be a wimp when it comes to rain or wind I stopped off under the awning of an RV park, and got to spend some time with the park manager Mario (sorry if I got your name wrong dude, I'm pretty bad with names). He got to hear about my trip and I got to hear about his adventures backpacking and diving. Apparently the Bruce Peninsula where I was a few days ago is diving central because of the clear blue water and hundreds of years of shipwrecks. So basically sweet water and awesome things to look at. The great thing about this trip is all the people you meet, the hard part is having to peace out from them too. I finally made it down to Sarnia to say sayonara to Canada. There I had to call the bridge. Literally, I called a bridge. I didn't call operations, or public works, or some department... I called a bridge and they answered "this is the bridge". They don't let pedestrians or bikes over, so I had to throw my bike into a maintenance truck to take me over. After getting dropped off, U.S customs looked at me like I was an idiot and had no idea how I got there or why I was on a bike. Thankfully the Canadian maintenance dude walked in right and explained he gave me a lift, right as officer jerkface was asking me unload my riding jersey. I guess Canada was ready to give me back. At about 3am I woke to someone going through my bike stuff. From the safety of my tent I saw about 6 pairs of beady green eyes flipping through stuff, and remembered the GD tortillas I left in my frame bag. Figured if I barked at them they scamper away, since raccoons hate dogs, right? Must not have been convincing. So I got out of my tent and kind of yelled at the big one tearing through my stuff.... and eventually launched a Teva towards it. The second that sucker hissed at me I was back in my sleeping bag, fully zipped up trying not to pee my pants. I don't have much of an agenda for this trip, but animal attack and rabies isn't one of them. From the tent I launched the remaining Teva before moving onto both riding shoes. When I get back to school I'm totally telling the kids it was a bear attack. point farms provincial park to lakeport state park 95 miles Back in towNde-rabiEfying everything in the am
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AuthorHey I'm Alex Soper, a dude living in Durham, NC. I work for a public school, so thankfully I get a long summer break to try out different adventures. ArchivesCategories |