We stayed up real late last night, all four of us crammed in the cab of the pick-up truck (also known as Willie Nelson) at the Mustang Drive-in, watching Men in Black III on the big screen in the rain. The concession stand was awesome and really old-timey, popcorn machine lit up with a red light, and homemade fudge in the cooler. My sample platter was gone by the end of the opening credits.
After a post-rain sleep-in this morning, fortified by delicious coffee from the Bean Counter Cafe in Picton, we hit the road en convoy, with Alexe on the Yamaha for her first ride of the trip. We stopped for a late lunch in Marmora at Bailey’s Cafe – GIGANTIC MILKSHAKES – and headed northeast to Buckhorn, and the beginning of the beautiful highway 507 to Gooderham. About ten minutes in, Bogdan said, “Now I understand what a motorcycle road is!” Swooping, curving hills open up onto little ponds, with great pavement and places to stop for a treat on either end.
The sun broke through the clouds for a few minutes and Haliburton shimmered as we passed through on our way to camp, on the shores of Maple Lake in West Guilford.
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