My bike is finally cleaned up and operational again and so we'd planned to ride out to the Beaches to catch some of the Blues Festival there. It's windy looking out on the lake and rain is forecast, so we plan a shorter ride to Cherry Beach instead. We ride right by Cherry Beach, along the Martin Goodman Trail. We get to Leslie Street so we ride out to the end of the Leslie Spit. I suppose because of the weather and rainy forecast, there's hardly anyone at the conservation area and we enjoy a peaceful ride amidst the sometimes cacophonous birdsong.
We ride back off of the spit and continue east to the originally intended Blues Fest since we're practically there. We have corn on the cob and a beer and enjoy some blues, then head back toward downtown under increasingly overcast skies. We stop at the Gilead Cafe because we're both still thinking about the luscious poutine we shared there a number of weeks ago. It lived up to our memories, and as we left I asked Ceri, "where will we eat now?"
We decide to head back to my neighbourhood given the looming rain. We stop at the grocery store and I pick up some peppers and edamame and coffee filters. We get a little wet on the last leg, but it's a great ride. A great day. We watch the rain a bit and are rewarded with a rainbow.