The Canal Trail is really nice. Overall, it's a great mix of big cities which are quite craftily routed for bikes, pleasant scenic villages and towns with basic services, and rural areas that are just pretty - especially with the leaves starting to turn color. Today we road along an "old canal" that had been rerouted sometime in the past. We saw signs of beavers (tree stumps chewed as only beaver can), turtles (which we'd been looking for all along the way and hadn't seen yet), and of course some old deserted overgrown cars in the woods.
Sometimes you'll see fisherpeople. This family was fishing in the rain.
I was mightily tired of tightening the bottom bracket multiple times a day, but we hadn't come across a bike shop. After the 400th time, I saw a building being worked on and a workman standing outside. I asked him if he had any kind of lock washer that might fit. Lo and behold, he took out a bag of washers and the first one fit. It wasn't a lock washer but had some type of grommet on the inside of the head. But I tried it and RELIEF! It worked.
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