13/07/10 Kewaunee - Clintonville

Pushed by a wind coming from the lake, we bike fast to Green Bay. We enter the Packer's home town in early afternoon. Green Bay is meaningful for us since it is our last stop before leaving definetely the Great Lakes. Biking along Lakes Ontario, Erie and Michigan has definetely been a wonderful experience. For sure we will miss the fine sand beaches and welcoming communities. But for us, leaving the Lakes also means no more salvatory breezes during hot and humid days, no more nice places to rest and relaxe when the sun is too hot or the weather to windy and no more accessible and convenient beach's facilities such as free washrooms and showers. Now we will have to find our way through the prairies, constantly facing the dominant West wind.

I realized that we never had local fish from the Lakes. So I wanted to find a good restaurant and try a typical local fish meal. Amelie was not sure about it. So we made our way through Green Bay and at the limits of the city, I saw exactly what I was looking for. From the exterior, the restaurant was all painted in blue. The name of the restaurant was written over a huge all wooden helm. Inside, there were anchors, fishing nets and all sort of fishes hanging over our heads. There were also several boat models, starfishes and paintings on the walls. My stomach was already happy. Then, we looked at the menu. Not a single fish meal on it! Just hamburgers, hot dogs and sandwiches! How can you decorate your whole restaurant like a boat and serve no fish! I was outraged. Amelie was starving so we ordered a huge nachos grande, ate it and ride as fast as we can out of this city with the promess of never going back there.

From the restaurant, we reach the Mountain-Bay trail which was supposed to bring us to Wassau. But the cycle path is so bad that our tires sink in the crushed stones so we have to go off the trail. We decide to take country roads instead and go more south then we were supposed to. Arriving in Clintonville, we meet Tom at the gas station. He is part of a cyclist club and has already made the type of trip we are now doing. He invites us at his place where we meet his wife Patty. Distance: 110 km