Credit cards accounted for, we rode south and then east on the Loyalist Parkway following the shore of Prince Edward County. The name commemorates those who chose to leave the 13 Colonies during the American Revolution and stay loyal to the British Crown. This pretty rural area is dotted with wineries and it appears that everyone was having a yard sale. The route took us to the scenic town of Picton where, after miles of road with little traffic, all the tourists had decided to gather. The place was packed. The Tim Horton's had about six full parking spaces and twenty cars in the drive-through so we backtracked to McDonald's for a bathroom/coffee break. It was downright hot as we putted through town at low speed.
Kingston is the home of several of our most notorious prisons. The infamous Kingston Penitentiary and Millhaven are both maximum security institutions while Joyceville is only medium security.
When we got to Kingston around noon, Rob decided that the group was probably getting hungry. We had a hasty conference at a traffic light and decided the Kelsey's Restaurant the GPS found was a good place to go. We had to go around a large block but found it right where Mr. Zumo said it was. They even set up a long table for us. I had a half turkey club sandwich (with guacamole), cream of cheese and broccoli soup and a Caesar salad while Sandy just had the soup and salad.
Coming out the other side of Kingston, we made it to Fort Henry, which is adjacent to Royal Military College, the military academy of the Canadian Forces. The Fort sits on a hilltop commanding the entrance to Kingston Harbour where it protects us from attack by those nefarious Americans.
As we got a ways north, the rain eased up and then stopped, but the roads were still wet. We were doing about 10 KPH over the speed limit when some you bozo passed us on a solid line going into a curve and then gave us the finger. When will they ever learn? Rob asked for a quick stop at which his wife Chantal discovered she had left her jacket and cell phone at the fort when she was putting on her rain suit. More phone calls and then we continued on.
In Smiths Falls, we stopped for fuel and someone told Terry he had lost his trailer licence plate a few miles back. He went back to look for it while the rest of us proceeded to the hotel, a Comfort Inn on the banks of the Rideau Canal. A triathlon had just started and we could see the runners from our fourth floor balconies. Terry showed up soon after with his errant plate in hand.
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