This will be the last blog for the a wild Pigs. We made it home with one final huge push in our last day. It should have been a day and a half, but everyone was looking forward to getting home and to have a day before returning to work..
We got started real early. On the road by 7:30 am, riding in the fog and mist.. The mountains are quite beautiful at that time of the day, as the sun tries to slowly burn off the fog. The clouds were low enough to wrap themselves around the peaks and waft in the breezes. We decided to take the Hwy 2 west just north of Burlington Vermont and ride up the Lake Champlain Islands. A truly beautiful ride.. We stopped for a quick coffee and pastry breakfast and sat on some benches outside overlooking the lake. It doesn't get any better than this folks. The benches had signs on them, one was for the democrats, and one for republicans. The democrat bench was empty so we sat there. It was a very busy spot. They were having a boat race. I have never seen so much duct tape. Boats made from cardboard boxes covered with all different colors of duct tape.some were really quite creative. What people won't do for a little fun!
Back on the bikes and off to have lunch in Cornwall. There was a St Huberts Chicken to the right of where we cleared customs. Back on those nasty bikes. Carolyn was saying she could make it home. Do you know how far it is from Cornwall to Wyevale??? A long, long way. We had many, many stops. Every hour. Gas. Bum rest. Water rest. Etc. about 5:30pm we stopped for a break very close to Oshawa. We figured we were about 3 hours from home. We would need to stop for a quick bite to eat somewhere. The texts from folks at home were warning we might run into rain. Big surprise!
We have done a lot of riding with Brian and Carolyn over the years, and there is always rain in our stories.
Back on those nasty, nasty bikes. Everyone is very tired, but looking forward to making it home. Carolyn who was nervous about the 401, has been on it for 4 and a half hours and doing a great job. Running about 110 kms per hour on average, and then more to pass transports, etc. What a trooper she has been. She now is an experienced rider. You will have to ask her about when she played chicken with a huge logging truck ...... And won.
We could see the rain clouds darkening the skyline as we made our way to Orillia. Now those clouds have lightening in them. Wonder if we can get home without getting wet? Stopped in Orillia for something at the A&W. Nothing that was on anyone's diet. But it tasted soo good.
Back on those nasty, nasty, nasty bikes. We didn't make it out of Orillia before the rain started. Luckily it was short lived. Maybe 10 minutes.
The Wyevale Wild Hogs, made it home safe and sound. A 14 hour day. Travelled 517 miles, which converted to about 837 kilometers. Wow. We felt like those red bummed baboons you see on the nature channel
We left with 3 bikes and 4 people, and returned with the same. By all accounts it was a successful and great holiday.
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