We awoke to the smell of fresh bagels brought home by Matt first thing in the morning. He brought a large bag bursting with bagels of myriad flavours, sweet and savoury, with different cream cheeses to top them with. We ate our fill, and wrapped the rest up for later. After saying our goodbyes, we were out on the roads all morning, as the canal path stopped.
A long morning and we hit the canal way again close to lunch time. We felt particularly lethargic all morning, as the end of our trip draws near. A stop in Mc Donalds and a cold smoothie brought us back to life, and fueled us until lunch at Fort Plain. Our choice was pizza or pizza, so we chose the former. As we ate, we watched a heavy thunderstorm pass overhead, with the rain crashing down outside, and decided to wait this one out. The rain had the added benefit of washing the thick coating of dust off our bikes.
We secured an offer from Michael, a host in Fultonville, to camp in his garden. We took a leisurely ride along the final 16 miles of canal path
and arrived around 5pm. It was nice to be washed, tent set up and sat on the porch sipping cold lemonade by 6pm. His black Labrador, Shilo, was very friendly. We finished off the rest of the, now soggy, bagels with the help of Micheal's toaster to dry them out. We took the evening easy, watching television, and chatting with Michael. Micheal owns a local diner, Michael's Diner, and we decided that we would avoid the porridge again and treat ourselves to blueberry pancakes in the morning.
Michael kindly let us sleep in his porch area, while we left the tent up to air out (two months of use has left a rather strong odour). We slept beautifully in the cool porch area.
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