Wednesday, August 25, 2010

To Middleport, New York

Across the Niagara River is Buffalo, New York.The Peace Bridge clogged with traffic.

Above Niagara Falls, the mist rises. Niagara Falls, Ontario, is in the background.

Horseshoe Falls with one of the Maid of the Mist tour boats below:

American Falls:

We tried to look over the side at Whirlpool Falls, but couldn't see much, so I began to move my bike back onto the road when Dick said, "Aren't you going to take a picture for Tom?" So, here you go, Brother-in-law Tom the Geologist. I look forward to your analysis.

We crossed into New York on the Lewiston-Queenston Bridge. After getting lost, we made our way back to follow the little bicycle signs that led us to a remote bicycles-only access road. The bridgemaster then directed us across several lanes of traffic (but there were none since the cars left the Canadian customs stop just periodically).

We then joined all the cars and trucks going to other way, towards the US border and customs.

There we were, waiting our turn, with dozens on cars on either side. An elderly gentleman rolled down his window and said, "Are you from California?" I said yes, but asked how would he guess that. "You're so brown." I had to show him it was really a bicycle tan and ended at the hem lines.

Again, it was confusing getting off (immediately!) I-190 and finding our way to Upper Mountain Rd. 20 more miles to Lockport where we shopped for groceries and eventually we found the beginning of the Erie Canalway Trail which we will ride for the next 90 miles.

The surface of the trail is paved only in small sections. It was surprisingly noisy riding a surface of "smooth stone dust" and a bit more challenging when it became "smooth gravel screenings." It was getting late, but I had to stop and take a picture of two boys jumping from one of the bridges into the canal. The first boy jumped before I could press the button. I heard him say, "It's better if you don't think about it, just jump." The other young man counted to three for me before he leapt.

We got lost a couple of times today which made our arrival in Middleport around 7 pm, although it seemed later because of the darkening skies. Rain is on its way. Middleport Boater/Hiker/Biker Campground.

This will end up being one of our favorite campsites ever. Right on the canal, with tables, showers/bathrooms, electricity, nearby restaurants, and it was affordable (there's a donation box).

Miles completed = 3724

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