Errands forced a late departure. First, I had to wait for my doctor's office to open, then I had to request that he call in a prescription to a St Clair pharmacy to substitute for the medication that I forgot. That took about an hour.
Then, I enlisted Wendell's help in getting to Port Huron in an effort to solve my problems connecting my camera and computer. Wendell drove me to Meijer's, a superstore. There I found another card reader to replace the one that wasn't working properly, and just in case it didn't really work, I purchased a huge 256 Mb SD memory card for the camera. I could now take 497 photos without even bothering to download them into the computer. I was satisfied, but by then it was almost 11:00.
Wendell said goodbye to his wife and we headed south along the river. There was highway construction most of the way between St Clair and Marine City. In some places, we were able to ride on the bike path and in others, the bike path was blocked, so we rode on the paved shoulder or through the construction. It took us almost an hour to ride the 10 miles, but we were on our way.
After eating lunch at a waterfront cafe in Marine City, we got back on the ferry to Sombra, Ontario. We watched huge trucks entering and exiting the tiny ferry. Unlike the previous day, skies were blue, the sun was bright and the wind was calm. The ride across the river went quickly. At the other side, Wendell obtained some cash from an ATM machine. Then we rode north a couple of blocks for a road that headed straight to the east.
Despite our late departure, light tailwinds all day allowed us to reach Thamesville, a small farm community readying for Halloween.
I rode through Thamesville in 2002, but didn't notice any lodging options. Inquiring of a couple of people at a service station, we were sent to the funky historic Crossroads B&B. At $55 CDN for a suite with a bedroom, a living room with a hide-a-bed and at well stocked kitchen, it was an incredible bargain. Since our suite was on the second floor, however, we had to leave the bikes and carry our panniers up. The owner had us leave our bikes in his barber shop downstairs, where he noted that he had been cutting hair since 1954.
Near us at dinner in a nearby cafe were two elderly mid to late 70s women. They kept looking at us, until finally one of them said that she had to know where we were coming from and going to. We filled her in on our Williamston to Thamesville route and the two of them asked several questions about how far we would travel each day and how long we had been touring by bicycle. I told them that I'd ridden from Toronto to Montreal this year, Williamston to Prince Edward County last year and from Fairbanks to Key West in 1996. Mary and Debbie were hilarious. They told us that if we had sidecars, they would want to go with us. I told them that I'd bring a tandem bicycle if I came there again next year. That seemed to please them immensely. When they left, another customer suggested that if we wanted to take them with us, we'd better hurry because Mary and Debbie were no spring chickens.