It was a warm, sunny, lazy sunday morning as we pedaled past a few homes and into the countryside;still mesmerized by the huge pines that bordered the corn fields.  An hour into the ride we got our first glimpse of Lake Erie;the horizon was obscured by the early morning fog, that had lifted but left behind a hazy sky.

Once again we had relatively flat terrainthrough farmland and small townswith some interesting driveway adornments.

These signs always elicit an UH OH from us as we know it cannot be good.  Such was the case when entering Port Bruce, our first steep drop and climb in days. The the road was filled with empty boat trailers taking advantage of the beautiful Sunday morning.  The fly down was great, but the climb was steep, thankfully, we only had a few such towns/drops/climbs. As we paralleled the Lake, we were surprised that farm fields lined the waterfront and homes that had waterfront land were hunched by the roadside (note the changing leaves). But no matter what direction you looked, the landscape had wind turbines.Our next town was Port Burwell, complete with a lighthouse, lunch and a submarine.

Saw more motorcycles today than we had in over a month, but then this is only the second day over 80° we have seen in over a month, too.  Also saw tobacco and asparagus fieldsfor the first time.  More new experiences included biking through Copenhagen, Vienna and then to Norfolk.

It was a beautiful day, but the breeze had picked up, and though it was less than ten mph, it was in our face making it a very long day.

There is about a 200 foot drop from the shoreline to the water on the Canadian side of Lake Erie, so this seemed strange to see,as did this.Our last climb was into town, this one we were happy to do as it meant we could stop for the day.  At 4:00 and 58 miles, we were ready.  Our darling port side town had a restaurant at the bottom of the hill (of course), but the view was worth it.