Eastern Leg

Early start to the day again. This time a quarter hour ahead of six. We got “picked up” at the hotel and journeyed East. We had four stops on the way and with the driving distance considered it was shaping to be a full day. Breakfast was Tim Horton’s purchased along the route. The ordering process was pretty rough. We made good time through the sites with our agreed upon divide and conquer strategy. The first site had early corn material and a good jag of soybean candidates. We were able to get across three sites before we felt the pang of empty bellies. There wasn’t a lot of wind so I was able to fly my drone and get a couple photos for the local guys.

We went to a fairly unique lunch spot. It was just a McDonalds but the double drive thru was guarded by dinosaurs. The ordering wasn’t smoother than breakfast but at least the scenery was fantastic. Or something you see everyday to be certain. I ordered the habanero McChicken sandwich, the lightest in spice of the trio of spicy McChicken sandwiches currently being offered. I’d love to take the challenge and take on all three in succession. After having the weakest of the three my confidence was admittedly shaken slightly as I found it to be pleasantly spicy. This left me to wonder how intense the elevated spice options would be. Maybe I’ll take it on and find out.

We continued on to the final location for the day and I reviewed another corn trial. The material looked strong here. I got a photo taken in my full corn walking regalia. Well almost, I generally wear boots but since it was the end of the day and my feet hurt I continued with my safety crocs. From this location we made our way to the hotel and Brack and I crossed the street to enjoy some food and libations at Le Cage. They appeared much less concerned with 2m spacing when seating is at the bar as their signage would have suggested. Interestingly, no one seated at the bar left in the 150 minutes we patronized the place. We deigned to sample a number of their local beer offerings. Our lovely server didn’t speak a word of English and my rusty French was called into service. There was only one mix up when she accidentally gave us the same beer for a second time, meaning we had to have an extra. I had Notre Club and sampled some ailes de poulet as well. I had to make an audible and direct her not to give us les neuf-un-un and to instead provide le sel avec poivre. Pretty dramatic swing there. We hustled back to the hotel with extremely full bladders. Sleep came soon after.