Day 3: Adolphustown to Kingston (51 km)

Hello beautiful readers! Today was sunny! It was also our easy day - we only had to ride fifty kilometres. If that sounds like a lot, just know that yesterday we rode 80 km before lunch.

Today was Dress Red day, in which everyone is invited to dress in their most fabulous (bicycle-friendly) red dress. I happened to have a tight and stretchy red dress that I keep because it's so fabulous but never wear because it's so tight and stretchy, so I wore that plus some stripy leggings. Mine was one of the more tame outfits; people wore boas, fishnets, gloves, costumes (Sailor Mars was my fave), and flouncy hats. We looked amazing.

We rode through more beautiful country along the Waterfront Trail, waving at cows as we passed (can you tell we're mostly city folk?). My team and I rode together today, which was nice. We rolled into Kingston around 11:30 AM. I knew we had arrived when I started seeing the Union Jack flying from people's flagpoles alongside the Canadian flag. A lot of Loyalists fled to Kingston when they lost the US War of Independence, and they are still weirdly obsessed with England here. If Scotland and Northern Ireland both left the U.K. and England had to change its flag, Kingston would just ignore it and keep proudly flying the Union Jack. 

 We had a team dinner tonight at Chez Piggy, an excellent Kingston restaurant, and went to a drag show/fundraiser for our cause. Kingston apparently doesn't have very many drag queens so the rally bussed Miss Conception in from Toronto. If you've never had the pleasure of watching her perform, she's well worth it.

We get to sleep in real beds tonight in the Queen's dormitory and use real showers, so I'm just about to  take full advantage of that fact. Goodnight, friends!