Day Twenty-Four: Thunder Bay and counting. Or rather ranting! B is having a melt down because at Thunder Bay cyclists are forced off the TC, to detour through town BUT there are no subsequent signs telling you where down town is! So for the last 30 km, you have to guess where to turn. And to add insult to a poorly marked route, you can't see the Terry Fox memorial unless you are on the TC (in a car!). Its discrimination against cyclists! He's only gone 100 kms by noon today, and is in a bad mood because 26 kms (not 11 as advertised) was intensely under construction and a rock n'rattle fest of barely moving.

He was happy to meet Helen and Jody, a couple of young Brits in Canada on a one year visa, cycling from Toronto to Vancouver to find work at Whistler and other ski resorts in the winter.

PS Meanwhile back home on Marlow we are enjoying a sunny day on the deck and neighors wish B well on his hair brained scheme. Even Cooper (the dog) is confused, why go that far from home? Even a pooch knows better.