|An unplanned stop in Roseneth allowed us to grab
a snack while Eli fixed a flat. Then it was off into the hills
again. Hastings could not come soon enough for me, I was pretty
hungry and the snack at Roseneth really did not fill me. Along
the way Ken and i lost contact with the Eli/Tristian/Dave and
did not see again.
The north shore of the lake was much less hilly, al thought
the hills seemed to be longer when they did occur. Half way
to the last control I started to run out of gas, right around
the 175km mark. It felt like I was battling a headwind, which
did not exist. Ken pulled ahead but was waiting for me under
a shady tree in Baillieboro. By the last climb and drop into
Milbrook I was feeling better with my energy restored. Perhaps
it was the food kicking in, or perhaps it was digesting the
food the slowed me down.
Ken and I both felt that Millbrook was a misplaced town in
some undetermined way, we tried to verbalize it, but couldn't
quite put our finger on it but something was odd. We road
off into the evening, watching the sun get closer to the horizon.
Thankfully there was no repeat of energy drain on the way
back to Markham.
We hit Reglan and Simcoe Rd and decided to light up at the
country store on the corner. As we approached the convenient
picnic tables our ears were pierced with loud proximity alarm
that must have annoyed the few local residents. We backed
off, and set up our lights while the alarm continued to blare.
Eventually an amused looking security guard drove by, and
shortly later the annoyance was gone and so were we.
This was the first time navigating through darkness for me
in a few years. Thankfully Ken knew the route well and was
able point us in the right direction. Under the cover of darkness
we rolled into Tim Horton's just before Midnight to find it
closed, after the drive-thru cleared out we were able to get
our cards signed.
The bottom line, the person who designed that route is a
sadistic bastard, I told him that several times as we rode
most of the route together. Ken Dobbs will be forever known
as SB to me. I think he found every single hill between Markham
and Hastings, perhaps I just wasn't ready for it.
3610 Meters of climbing over 304 kms, 11843 Feet. THat's
what my older altimeter registered after the Tour of Rice
Lake. To be honest, it actually reset itself after 2999 meters,
and counted back up to 609m. I'd be really interest to see
how that compares to the GPS numbers.