Packed up and off to the bus station by 7:45. Boro made me delicious breakfast, pictures were taken and we bid farewell. Wonderful people, I felt so comfortable being around them. Boro’s mother Linda wanted me to stay for the weekend but airbnb, the boat beckoned and I didn’t want to overstay my welcome. Made it in ten minutes to the station, checked in, covered my bike with the huge plastic bag as required for the bus ride. Once loaded aboard we were off to Sherbrooke. Several stops over the journey and I could see forest fire smoke from the Canadian midwest. I opted for a Uber to drive me from the station to my van parked at the Sherbrooke municipal airport. Thirteen miles on a fast moving margin shoulder road would be made even by the air quality so the Uber was the prudent decision. Given how President Trump has insulted Canadian with his 51state rhetoric I was grateful that there was no hassle at the border going both ways. Enjoyable border officials which I chatted with briefly and on my way I went. Rain accompanied me the whole way, a brief stop in southern Vermont to fuel up and stretch my legs. My Apple music kept me company until my arrival at 9:41. Unpack the bulk of my gear, showered and called it a day. Where next, Finish route 66 or do Australia for my third continent?
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