Got up and began packing. Did a little bike maintenance, etc. Eventually got going around noon. Tad late, what?
I rode south, going up and down a lot, and pushing against a wind (as usual). It took a rather long time to reach the junction with Hwy 11, but I did eventually.
When I turned east, the wind was more friendly. I rolled into Fort Frances at about 10 o'clock and stopped at the Dairy Queen for supper. I was just finishing and setting up to take off again when the editor of the local paper and a reporter walked out and asked me where I was going. Well, they got some pictures and a story.
Then I found a campsite, just out of town, quickly set up among the mosquitoes and sacked out.