Although I left the pub much later (and much less sober) than intended, I was committed to getting in another 30km before calling it a day. This took me past Trenton...
But I still hadn't reached Belleville and at this point it was getting dark. I still hadn't figured out what I was going to do for the night.
Big win! I figured out I'm able to get Gracie in the tent with me. No need to lie awake worrying about someone messing with my girl.
Tearing down camp at 6am. My waterbottles in the tent with me froze solid overnight. I wasn't sleeping in a fridge - it was a freezer!
Some pics from my Day Three ride. My Aunt Betty and Uncle John have graciously offered to put me up for the night in Kingston.