J’arrive.

Bonjour and welcome to what can only be described as Llangynog in the 1800s! Port Stanley where there are no rocking chairs on the porch, only High comfy care hone chairs.

Tells you something about the place when there are two lanes for traffic, one for cars and one for motorised wheelchairs

Apparently it picks up tomorrow when the “youngsters” arrive (presumably people in their late 60’s)

The little cafe we stepped into actually has a bowl on each table to hold your false set while you suck your soup!

Tent caterpillars of course! Freaky webs all down the highway so I just had to look it up. Eugh!

Welcome to Canada!

Well a super run up the US21 from Lowell up through Flint and St Johns (which according to McGeek is the mint capital).

The last stretch across the I-69 sees us finish at Port Huron the border crossing into Canada on the US Labor Day weekend holiday

Tomorrow we brave the queues to get across on the trike

But tonight saw us caught in the tail end of a thunderstorm as we made our way back from the Texas Steak House, so now it’s wash time

Who knew a holiday could be this much fun!

Interesting fact of the day, Thomas Edison lived here in 1854, selling newspapers, working on the railroad and testing numerous inventions

Read the history of Lowell last night while Mr Fogg slept. Cool book.

Main Street then (circa 1900):

And now: