Forty mile mistake.

June 8, out of Eastman on route 112, somewhere the direction led me off 122.  Thinking I was going west, paying attention to new routes north then west had me believing every mile I  was gaining ground on Montreal.  Stopping for lunch at Racine after thirty-five miles and four hours of intermittent hills, I was stunned to learn, using the restaurant’s WiFi,
that I had gone 20 miles north instead of west.  Somewhere, I thought 112 had ended and merged onto 247.  In fact, unmarked, 112 had gone left.  Totally pissed I tried to find a truck at the restaurant who would give me a lift back south.  No such luck, with the sun beating down, I hammered away at the miles.  Hot, tired, totally disgusted with myself and everything around me, I rode until I entered Waterloo. There I stopped at a convenience store and hydrated with a cold vitamin drink. I regained a bit of my sanity and asking for the whereabouts of a campsite.  Luck finally swung my way.  A mile down road there was a campsite where I could quit for the day.  Upon arrival the campsites owner gave me two cold bottles of ice water.  Over some laughs as to whether he could tell if I were American or not, he showed me my site options.  Grassy spot off the rutted main camp road was were I set up my tent.  Across the road a guy with his brand new RV struct up a conversation with me.  All it takes a friendly hello to get things going.  After hearing about my forty mile screw up, he offered me a cold beer. Later after I cleaned up, he had me over for one more; whereupon I sacked out, leaving a lousy day behind me.