Do you have a Find My Friends App on your phone? I do. The only friend I have listed is Bill Geppert. And do you think I can find him when I need to find him? A rhetorical question to be sure. We all know the answer. Unless one has the resources and capacity to carry a cell tower on the top of one’s Tin Can, it’s just out of the question. Turns out, Canada is just as vast as America and just as remote. And BG has knack for riding his bike in non cell areas.
Yesterday, our friends Rick and Sarah were on board the Tin Can,with me, while The Stache road his bike. We searched for the B&B Bill had reserved. When we arrived we were greeted by a very eccentric woman who informed us of the rules. We could only eat breakfast two at a time at her kitchen table. We could not carry a chair from one place to another because if we hurt ourselves she could be sued. You get the picture.
Her home looked like a bomb had gone off at a Halloween carnival. In every room there were ghosts and skeletons and scary looking heads and masks. My throat closed.
We went for lunch and all agreed we could not stay at the B&B. I was elected to inform our hostess. It didn’t go well. She teared up. Of course that finished me off. We paid her for the night and left. I dropped our friends at the lake and went in search of BG. Found him just a block from the B&B. Close call! We enjoyed some time at the lake and then headed for the Best Western.