I get up early trying to be
quiet and not rouse the household. As I head for the shower, I see Jerry
sitting at his computer – exactly where I left him last night.
“Do you ever sleep?” I ask.
He just smiles and says “Yes.”
After a great shower, I pack my trash, and load up the RedBird. It appears to be another good day for my onboard toaster oven. Jerry wants to come to Lake Placid with us and I understand completely. It's a ride that he has wanted to make and now is the opportunity, regardless of the weather. I admire his willingness to brave the weather to meet a goal. After thanking Miss Pat and Natalie for their many kindnesses, I pet Miss Maggie one last time before I go. She gives this “It that all you're going to do?” look. She's rather fond of that petting business. As we take off, I look up and think
“Hello, old friend.”
It's that front again that's been chasing us since Sault Saint Marie. We pull in to grab some breakfast and talk about the insanity of riding in this weather and the border crossing. The rain has stopped as we cross the bridge and I enjoy another great view from the high place. I'm the first to the border and show my passport. The customs official and guardsman methodically go through my saddlebags, then eye the river bags.
“What do you have in those
bags?” he asks me.
“Top bag is clothing, bottom bag is camping gear” I say with a smile.
They hesitate, then say “Okay” and wave me on.
As I remount my bike, I tell
them both -
“Thanks for doing your job.
I really appreciate it.”
I figure being nice does not
cost you anything and may help a pilgrim along their way. Guy and Jerry
make it through with little trouble. I snap my customary state line shot
of New York and the US border.
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