Ride to the Rouge River

Perfect riding days are numbered so we took the opportunity to load the bikes onto the rack and head for the mouth of the Rouge River, where Scarborough meets Pickering.
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Along the way, we rode across nifty bridges, listened to the waves, cruised through fields of wildflowers and goldenrod, wondered about the mysterious holes in the bluffs, and turned back at Frenchman’s Bay. [Nice slides of reconstruction going on …]
We got within a stone’s throw of the Pickering nuclear station but the trail peters out and ends because there’s no bridge over the gap between the bay and the lake.
All in all, a beautiful, breezy day for a ride. When I first saw this great bike path, I thought, “I have to show this to Danica”. Now she’s seen it and we’ll be back with a picnic lunch, next time.