Aboard the Wolfe Island Ferry
Oh, Canada, I'm back (or, to quote my Mom, "Thank God you're back alive").It was a short but lovely ride parallelling Lake Ontario from Oswego to Cape Vincent. Cape Vincent has become my favorite, no line ups, U.S. exit and from there it's only a 10 minute ferry ride to Wolfe Island and Canadian soil. There were a group of Harley riders from Quebec on the ferry. I was glad they got off the boat first, I couldn't tell if my VStar engine was running over their pipes (I won't even mention the tank tops and half helmet attire that was popular with the group).
The Harley riders, I think the trailer says it all.
I attempted to meet up with number two son who was working on the Island. He told me it was a kilometer down a gravel road .... I've really got to get that boy to check the odometer when he's travelling. After two kilometers down a road that felt like I was riding on marbles he was no where in sight. I did find a suitable place, with dry grass to turn around, texted him about meeting tomorrow and headed back to take the ferry to the main land.I arrived home around noon and was met at the door by all things furry. They said their hellos and then proceeded to ignore me as they went back to their afternoon naps. Number one son had looked after the place well, the flowers were even still alive despite there having been no rain and temps in the high 30/low 40C range since I left. Best of all was a big hug from Miss Maddy (my granddaughter and most beautiful girl in the world)
Maddy
and dinner with friends at the Creek. It's Friday and all is the same as I left it 28 days and 10,426.9 kilometers ago. It's over but it really won't hit me until tomorrow.
Just another Friday night at the creek!
Jo, Norbert, Me, Barb and Ken.
