In an effort to cool my tent, I removed the fly which keeps the rain out. A little after midnight, the wind begins howling and I see what I thought was heat lightning. Checking the Weather Station on my iPhone, I saw a huge red storm cell coming my its way. Out of the tent in a heart beat, I reattach the tent fly and make sure everything is covered. Ten minutes later back in my tent all hell breaks loose, pouring rain, crashing lightning and strong wind. It could have been a soggy scenario had I not woken up when I did.
Off by 8:15 the next morning, I ride twelve miles to Pemberton where I meet my first touring cyclist in two weeks. Trip Edwards, as in Trip Powers, he was a third with the same name. He had ridden from Mississippi to Vermont and out Ohio on his way to the Pacific. Later after topping off for breakfast at a local dinner in Pemberton, I see a bike ladened with gear. I joined Ron Occhiuto for breakfast and yes, we are headed in the same direction. At lunch we met a SAG (support and gear) van for a group of riders Ron ran into in Montana. They had tons of food and insisted we join them for lunch. A good time was had by all. With the wind at our backs, Ron and I navigate through the back country roads putting 79 miles behind us. We arrived at a beautiful (Warmershowers accommodation) stone house smack on Lake Erie. Huron was nothing special but five miles east we lucked out to find this place. Beer in the frig, smacks, beautifully designed new living room to hang out in and deck chairs on the lawn to watch the sun go down over Lake Erie. The house owners, Dick and Sheryl Cawrse own a local winery and have restored this gorgeouse stone house over the past few decades. Once again I have landed on my feet.
Ron and I will be following the shoreline for a few days before I head south to Pittsburgh. Perhaps we will reach Cleveland by tomorrow.
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