Greg & Camille Go Bike

In the morning, we were back on the Waterfront Trail marshes, getting up close and personal with the transmission towers. The path winded through a dichotomy of steel and grass. We made many stops throughout the day to enjoy the scenery one of which was at an on-trail bike service station. We topped up our tubes with air, but Greg’s stem pushed through, instantly deflating the tire and requiring a tube change. 

We got on a connecting road to the next part of the trail and unfortunately a rogue staple resulted in another flat tire for Greg’s bike. The trail was getting good use today; many bikers were enjoying the warm weather. While we were fixing the second flat, a couple stopped to ask about our trip and even offered their kids in Toronto as a contact! Soon after we were back on the road, another pair of biker rode with us for a few miles, recounting trips to Budapest.

We finally reached a sandy beach where we had to walk our bikes across, so partway we decided to have tuna wraps and bars for lunch at a picnic table overlooking the shore. A very friendly bird joined us for the great view, and we continued the walk/drag across to pavement. Just as we were about to get on the road again, Greg noticed his back tire had gone out; the patch didn't hold. By now, we were out of tubes and there were no bike shops nearby. Camille biked 8 miles away and back to get more while Greg re-patched the leaky tube. 

The terrain varied much more after that: dirt roads, bridges, grassy meadows, gravely trails, beach side routes, paved bike paths, and one set of stairs took us to Toronto. The hungry bikers realized sunset was quickly approaching as they arrived in the city and picked up Mother's Dumplings on the way to their resting place for the night, a bed and breakfast just north of the University of Toronto.