Almost home

What time is it anyway?

Isn't it weird how a one-hour time change can throw your internal clock for a loop?

It doesn't help when your watch, i-Pad, and hotel alarm clock all show a different time, and the one thing that you know for sure will be right - the BlackBerry - has gone into hiding.

That's how this morning kicked off for us.

Fall is in the air

Much as we hate to admit it, Fall was definitely in the air today with a chilly damp mist hanging over us  for the entire 8 hrs and 616 km enroute from Indianapolis to Port Huron, Michigan.

Portions of the morning were borderline "pea soup" with limited visibility but, thankfully, fairly light traffic heading in our direction.

Mid-afternoon, after running the gauntlet for hours, the rain gear was finally pressed into service for the first time in over a week.

Would you like a knife with that?

Believe it or not this is just a tiny selection of the "weapons of self defence" you can buy - along with a hearty lunch - at the Iron Skillet truck stop on I 69 just south of the Indiana/Michigan state line.

They even had throwing stars that I'd only ever seen in a James Bond film!

Like a military operation

Over the course of the trip we've refined our hotelling skills to the point of perfection.

Marie-Anne checks us in, I snag a trolley, and Ivan "decompresses". We all load the bags...it's teamwork at its very best.

Within 10-minutes we're settled in, and Happy Hour is underway.

It's pretty funny to see the look on peoples faces when they witness how much gear we pull off the bikes. With the exception of one bungeed-on bag everything else fits into the hard bags or tank bags.

We are nothing if not organized and, most importantly, we have had absolutely everything needed (so far) to thoroughly enjoy our trip.

Canada here we come

The Blue Water bridge to Sarnia is just a slip and a slide from our Port Huron hotel and, if the Gods are with us, Ivan will find a way through the minefield of construction and on to home turf first thing in the morning.

A road sign on the way here said "Follow construction signs, not GPS". First time I've seen that one!

We hope you'll join us tomorrow for the final leg of our adventure...rain or shine it's "Toronto or bust"!