The massive Independence Day movie alien-shaped cloud rolled in on dusk … and then we waited for the un-leash. Nothing, just a tiny pitter patter of droplets. We woke to a cloudless sky except by the time we started today’s ride, fog had drifted in over the landscape. It lifted an hour or so later making for a sunny ride to Kakabeka Falls.
Situated on the Kaministiquia River which was the main canoe route of the fur trade to the north and west, the Falls were just beautiful. The volume of water tipping over the edge huge; the brownish colour because of the rock tinge below; the spray a cool moist; the rainbow prism strong; and the sound a deafening roar. How could you not be bewildered?
Our first stranger met was Randy from Texas. He was on a roadie by motorbike and had ridden from North Carolina, up the East Coast to St Johns; going across and up to the Yukon then back down the west to home. His accent was a true Texan; he wanted to be in Calgary for the some rodeo festivity; by the time he turns off his bike when he completes his pilgrimage, he would have completed between 10-15000 miles. We’ve challenged him to send us a selfie of him at the Artic Circle for which he gladly accepted.
A cafe/diner (versus a petrol station) is always a magnet for taking on the additional calories and we are weak. We just couldn’t help ourselves and stopped, parking the bike up. Once we ordered, we introduced ourselves to two elderly ladies sitting at the next table – Anna (78 yrs) and Joyce (85 yrs). They have lived in Kakabeka Falls since before we were born. They were halarious and had us laughing continuously in-between mouthfuls.
As we sat there, two road cyclists out for a training ride from Thunder Bay came into view and pulled up suddenly on the opposite side of the road. They looked in our direction and then made there way over. Leaving my omelette unguarded, they were the third strangers we conversed with – Al and Brian. I love sharing how we fund our travel, telling folk that we are pawn stars. Claire joined the conversation at the right time so I could return to my food. Unbeknown to us, Al entered the cafe and paid for the meal we were eating.
Wow! How can you not get emotional when a total stranger did what he did for total strangers and you are the end recipient strangers?
We sat at the table speechless.
Today’s encounters with the people met helped with the decision to stop for the remainder of the day at Kakabeka Falls and take a half days rest. We’ll repeat this again tomorrow when we will cycle only 40 odd kms to Thunder Bay. It sits on the edge of the mighty Lake Superior. A cafe visit if we have too!
But let’s get through the electrical storm that is going off up above as I write this blog posting.
The Aliens are certainly making up for last nights fizzer, that’s for certain!