After such a beautiful evening we didn't even think about the possibility of rain but when we woke this morning it was pouring down. Instead of just getting on with it we turned the alarm off and fell back to sleep so no 4.30am start today. We finally decided to brave it at about 9ish as it looked as though it wasn't going to stop all day. It took us till noon to get going so we made Fort Frances our destination with a stop for lunch in Emo. We were heading south down to Highway 11 to start going east again and luckily we had a great tail wind coming from the north so we arrived in Emo for lunch in no time, how a tail wind can make a day so easy. We arrived at a small restaurant at around 2.00 and as the people were so nice they cooked us up a breakfast part 2 which was possibly the best one of the trip. It is good to know that even if we don't get off to the start we want things can still work out just fine. After lingering in Emo for a couple of hours we finally set off to Fort Frances which was only 29km away. Fort Frances is right on the boarder between Canada and the US and is a nice place. It also has a smell in the air from one of the factories that reminded me of going to Belfast. Its a smell I really like but I forgot to ask where it was coming from. It smells a bit like eggs and hot dogs, if anyone has an idea about what I am talking about please post a comment.
Today was also the day of my first puncture, which luckily happened as we entered the camp ground. Agnes was very happy that I finally got a puncture. I was hoping that I could make it all the way across without a single puncture but halfway is pretty good.
We got talking to a local on the way in to the town who informed us that we were at the geographical halfway point across Canada and also at the centre point of the whole of North America so today was a momentous occasion. Not that we had time for any celebrating as we had to pitch the tent, fix my puncture, go to the grocery store, cook dinner and hit the sack.
Today was also the day of my first puncture, which luckily happened as we entered the camp ground. Agnes was very happy that I finally got a puncture. I was hoping that I could make it all the way across without a single puncture but halfway is pretty good.
We got talking to a local on the way in to the town who informed us that we were at the geographical halfway point across Canada and also at the centre point of the whole of North America so today was a momentous occasion. Not that we had time for any celebrating as we had to pitch the tent, fix my puncture, go to the grocery store, cook dinner and hit the sack.
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