It was a grey day and an uninspiring trip back with a few hilight roads and one gorgeous deer in a post card setting.
I swung up by Tremblant and then zigagged west.
After a bunch of iffy gravel as I neared Westport I was hot and tired and circled in the town a couple of times trying unsuccessfully to locate a cafe with an espresso machine ( the place we went had a private function all day._
Finally got oriented enough - pulled into an available spot and after all the iffy turnarounds I've had this trip with rolling rocks underfoot and soft sand I go over on main street.
Kick stand was not down firmly ( it had happened earlier in the trip but I noticed...this time I did not and have a busted turn signal and bent lever for my lack of attention ( 100% was because tired....went too long without a break ). I was also on the Beadrider which helps for distance but raises my seating a bit....likely would not have helped....was just careless.
Good thing is there were lots of helpful people since the bike was on the wrong side of the camber to lift easily - first foot was okay but glad of help to get it the rest of the way up and on the kickstand solidly.
Took a decent long break and a glass of milk and a dessert treat soothed the annoyance.
Slabbed it from Kingston to home - a wearying jaunt into the sun. These kinds of days I realllllly miss my hot tub