Jingles
Shortly beyond where Autoroute 20 turned into ON 401, a Flying J Truck Plaza beckoned me to stop for a cup of good coffee. It seemed a likely place to check a map to ascertain how much further down the road the Prescott - Ogdensburg bridge is located. A pair of Canadian gentlemen, also touring on motorcycles, offered a look at their atlas. Discovering I was in Lancaster, Ontario (the endpoint of the directions obtained in St. Jean sur Richelieu) it was the perfect place to move from the highway over to the River Road, County Route 2. Happy to find that my face wasn't too distorted from the bee sting, another Advil was enough to allow me to continue enjoying my ride.
Pulling off again to put on my chaps and sweatshirt, the rain that had began shortly after navigating around the Cornwall - Hogansburg bridge and out of town was just enough to create a damp chill.
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A mile of steel grating made obeying the 25 mph speed limit posted on the Prescott - Ogdensburg Bridge easy on a motorcycle! Though he didn't give me a hard time, the border guard had quite the nasty attitude!
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Wet, chilled, hungry, my face hurting again, I was dismayed to find my cousins were still on their way home from New Jersey. The stop I had skipped in Massena to avoid multiple border crossings was only 35 miles away, close enough to still include the visit.
When we first met 20 years ago, Jingles and I both immediately "knew" we had been twins in a previous lifetime! One night, after a Native American Church ceremony, our teacher told us, "The two of you used to be sisters." We giggled and responded, "Tell us something we don't already know!" He then told us she had been a fancy, jingle dancer and I had been a traditional, shawl dancer. So it has come to pass, even in this lifetime.
Much has transpired since those early days, creating much time since our last visit. Welcoming me with a cup of coffee, we relaxed in the smoking room to tell our stories. She is a Grandmother now, and I was blessed with meeting her grandson. With darkness approaching, we hugged our farewells for my return to Ogdensburg.
When we first met 20 years ago, Jingles and I both immediately "knew" we had been twins in a previous lifetime! One night, after a Native American Church ceremony, our teacher told us, "The two of you used to be sisters." We giggled and responded, "Tell us something we don't already know!" He then told us she had been a fancy, jingle dancer and I had been a traditional, shawl dancer. So it has come to pass, even in this lifetime.
Much has transpired since those early days, creating much time since our last visit. Welcoming me with a cup of coffee, we relaxed in the smoking room to tell our stories. She is a Grandmother now, and I was blessed with meeting her grandson. With darkness approaching, we hugged our farewells for my return to Ogdensburg.