It's the people

Sitting at site 14 at 7:05 PM after what's probably the last camping stop, it's the people who have made the trip. 

The young girl in the diner in Ticonderoga, NY whose dad was a Scot and mom an American. She was pleased to hear that because of that, she was on the winning side of every battle at the fort, until she realized that also meant (except for the French and Indian wars) she was also on the losing side.  C in Star Lake who lives in the Adirondacks, and only has a bicycle for transportation. The couple on the ferry to Wolfe Island who bought a matching pair of Victory motorcycles and began club touring in their 40s. They were on their way home from Nova Scotia.

The old Dutch woman on Wolfe Island who sat on her porch and talked with people waiting for the ferry. "I came over in 1950. It was very hard. Too hard maybe. But now I'm here and I'm settled."

The retired logger in the Timmy's in Bancroft who told me I should go to Algonquin. Best unplanned stop of the trip. The owner of the B&B in Whitney, who grew up there and ended up in Kitchener by accident, but still comes up every summer to run the B&B while her sons have built a motel next door.

And that"s just the first two days. There's a high wind alert that appears well founded as it took me some time to fold the tent and the other tents here are blowing like crazy.