Day 5, part 3

Through the "town" of Burnt River, across the Trent-Severn Waterway, and on into Fenelon Falls
Wide, smooth trail
Where we sat, in the shade, eating a snack, while "the kids" passed on by ...
Heidi, crossing the train trestle over the Trent-Severn Waterway
We biked all this way ... to end up in ...
Wisconsin?!
Heidi is almost "too big for this ride". 
The Speed Limit dropped to 20kph as we entered "the residential section" of Fenelon Falls, and there were tons of people using the trail, of all stripes. 

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  1. Rhae Grace8 August 2020 at 11:39

    cool paddles sign!

    were you there on darts or euchre night?

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