69 miles, 1230 feet climbed
Agriculture, more of it, more variety. Corn and soybeans, of course. We also saw asparagus, tobacco, tomatoes, ginseng, and potatoes. We rode all the way across southern Idaho and my first sighting of potatoes is in eastern Canada?
The end of the route into Brantford was on the Waterford Heritage Trail. It began as packed gravel and sand but soon became a paved bike path. In the middle there was a diversion off the path in Mt. Pleasant to the Windmill Country Market. Most of us ordered sandwiches–I had pork belly and cheese with some tangy coleslaw.
Downtown Brantford is looking rather decimated, like so many towns, with the retail moved to the fringes. There is a new looking library, though. Our hotel was near a Home Depot, but nothing else. Dinner was catered at the hotel. I was able to skip that for a delightful dinner with my ex-wife Pam’s sister and brother in law, Melanie and Bob, and niece Amanda. They’re all doing well and sold me on taking a trip someday, perhaps on the bike, to Newfoundland.
