Leaving Peterborough finally put me out of the big cities and back to highway riding through wooded lands. This type of travel is what I've grown accustomed to and allows me to saunter along and enjoy the relaxed atmosphere of sparse wooded lands and the occasional cluster of country houses and farms. The roads are acceptable, not spectacular but safe enough that I don't need to look behind me often for any heavy traffic.
As the sun creeps behind the trees I've set up camp just a few meters from the highway in a strange little wooded area alongside a lake. There are squirrels everywhere in the trees and bouncing around in their squirrelish ways. This should be a nice place to camp with only a bit of noise from the highway to worry about in the night.
