This past weekend I spent an unprecedented amount of time on my new bike. On Sunday, Jim and I rode to meet Graham at Sarah Ashbridge Bay, an eastern portion of the beaches at Woodbine. We took an interesting route across Dundas St E, then Kingston Rd, then Queen St E, then the bike path. Now, I think in this instance the term "bike path" is misleading as there are an inordinate number of people strolling along, pushing children in various states of development in prams and umbrella strollers; elderly people holding hands and shuffling sedately; teenagers shambling like sun soaked zombies on a quest for water. Call me crazy, but I think the boardWALK right beside the BIKE path would be a better place for most of the above-mentioned beach-goers.
But I digress.
After nearly falling off my bike a number of times in efforts to avoid mowing down "pedestrians," we finally found our friends,
cuddle-peded our bikes together, locked them to a tree,and ventured onto the beach.
We clamoured up onto the rocky break wall at my insisting; I cannot bear to sit on hot dry sand when I could be on slightly cooler, slightly moist flat rocks being showered by sprays from large waves.
We witnessed some pretty good waves, got nicely tanned, slightly moist, and greatly rejuvenated.
I also bore witness to a pretty epic parenting fail:
I don't know how obvious it is in the picture, but the boat was tethered to the kid who was left lying on the sand for about 20mins. Jim and Graham assured me that the likelihood of the boat suddenly turning tide and dragging the kid into the lake to certain doom was very slim, but it upset me anyway.
Soon after, we made our way to dinner then headed home to board games and white wine with the inestimable Lisa Day.
The following day, Holiday Monday, we headed out once more, adventurers three (Lisa wasn't feeling well) to the Leslie Spit, which I assure you is much more attractive than it sounds. Here is the home of the lighthouse I have been seeing from Cherry Beach for years and have had no idea how to get to. Now I do.
This is the bridge one must cross to get there. It's wonderfully rustic, and only mildly alarming. The remainder of the path to the lighthouse was both awesome and bumpy, culminating in a rather steep incline riddled withe brick pieces and glass shards. We chose to walk.
I was somewhat disappointed to learn that the lighthouse is actually still functional and is in fact a satellite for GPS signals. However, fun was had, and I saw a snake.
This is me and my new life partner. See how well we get on together? Jim is only mildly offended by my desire to marry my bicycle, but he's very understanding of my polyamorous tendencies.
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