Oh, Canada!!

"Jumping Jesus! Portland? My God, I remember Portland, was there back in the 70's. Driving around and didn't know more than a dog knows about his dad. So how has it been fella's,?" Our first conversation in Ontario Canada was a great begining to the rest to happen after. The owner of a small gift store in Sombra, a gentleman in his late 60's sat in a chair behind his desk, looking up at us, his eyes still light with a spark of youth, he kept speaking in a rapid jumble of words and phrases. "You guys just crossed the good ol' blue ferry? A good boat there eh?" The rest of his words passed our ears, as we smiled and just wanted to exchange our American currency for some Canadain Cash. We finally got our money exchanged and hurried out of the store. Outside we looked around, Canada, finally here and we have no clue where to go. Riding north along the river we found a campsite were we set up camp and got ready to celebrate our arrival in our first province and out of our 7th state.
From Sombra we rode south and slightly east to the coast of Lake Erie. The ride was no different from another, the usual farm after farm, mile after mile of corn crops. The scenrey finally started to turn into a flush green spread thought the country side. A fimalar sight that brought back memories off home. We finally have learned to avoid if possiable, and if not possiable to spend as little time as we can in any big city. Which we accomplished in Wallecburg. By the end of the day we rode over a hill and got our sight on the third Great Lake of our trip, Lake Eire. A deep teal "Ocean" layed out infront of us, out in the distance was no shore, but onloy where water meet sky. An amazing sight to see, a fathomless awe to behold.
For the remainder of our travels througout Canada we followed Lake Erie towards the east. The one thing that amazed me was the wind turbines scattered throughout the land along with solar pannels in every other farm. Something we never saw in America and that we see a huge advantage if so. We got blank stares when asking for the bathroom, but pointed in the right direction when asking for the washroom. 1000 eh's later, we took a look a look at our maps and realized that we would be going to Niagara Falls today.
Battleing headwinds up the river, we soon heard the load crash of water pouring off, making the glourious Niagara Falls. A spatuaclur sight to see. The best view was crowed with tourist from all over the world. After riding our bicyles for 4000, we all kinda felt like yelling just that and a "get out of our way!." Instead we polietly waited intill we could mange to shimmy our way into the better view. After a couple of beers we decided to cross into back into the good Ol' USA. Crossing back consitied of the usaull were are you from where are you going. After customs we made our way to an Indain Buffet, which ended up with us moaning and complaining about deciding to eat at a buffet as we rode towards the KOA for camp. On our way we decided that a motel would be just as expensive and checked into one on the way.
Today we road out to niagara where Charles, Beau's brother would be meeting us to join us on our ride to Maine. Seeing a familar face was very strange and exciting. We watied for him at a gift shop that displayed the "barrels" that were used by insane people to go over the falls. Why they wanted to, I have no idea, the fact that they did it, pretty cool. After an hour of fantizing about making our own "barrel" we say a grey hound bus pull up. Walking outside we saw the beautiful, bearded, goofy, and smiling charles unpacking his bike. We all circled around him as he assembled his ride for the next two weeks. After showing the new biking member niagara falls we headed back to camp and rested for our ride for the day following.