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We had plenty of time to go take refreshing showers before the bikers arrived.
Son Jim called and said he is feeling down today. He went to both the viewing and the funeral of 64 year old auctioneer Bob Martin. He said that is so sad and such a loss to him. Bob was such a warm caring guy on the board of the Open Door Youth Center and did a great job at their annual auction.
E&R pulled in about 3:30, much earlier than we expected so we had another nice long evening together. Ed began breaking up bread crusts and feeding the ducks which seemed to come running from everywhere. Somehow they spread the word. There were about ten of them. Then two Canada Geese came too, but they did not get nearly as close.
Around five we had a special treat. Three young men on bicycles pulled in. They are Canadians and taking the trip the opposite direction, from north to south. They began near Toronto instead of further north at the beginning of the route in Owen Sound. They just graduated from college and decided to do this to celebrate together. They made their own supper on a little canned heat they carried and set up their tents.
Miriam made chicken breasts with rice and I put together another salad. We had her delicious left over cottage cheese and coconut crust-less pie.
Rhoda noted that she has a disease that can readily be cured by stopping the bike about every hour and stretching. She has diagnosed and named it “Hynie-itis” It primarily affects the lower extremity that resides on the bicycle seat.
After our suppers we invited the three guys; Robin, Aaron and Noel over to our picnic table. We had a great evening together sharing biking stories, telling what to expect from the various directions we each have come, warning of dogs in the south, etc. Ed made three bowls of popcorn which went well with the biking stories. It was about 9:30 when we all went to our abodes.
Back in the MH we soon discovered there are major down-sides to the water foul – bird crap every where we walked with our shoes picking it up and bringing it into the house and the three complaining about it on their bare feet. Another was the constant loud honking of the geese constantly chasing each other. Perhaps it is mating time and they are protecting their territory. With darkness we thought it would end, but no such thing. We wonder do they make such a constant fuss back at Landis Homes or are we too far away to hear it? As we went to sleep after ten we still heard them. I'll try to send photos.