Day 10. Lancaster to Keswick. 55 miles. A nice ride up into the Lake District. In the rain and wind.
We started on a canal. Probably the last canal. It was pretty nice before the towpath degraded into grass. There was even this aquaduct.

And how many canals have a view of the sea?

The day was punctuated by navigational challenges. Here Mr. Balint pretends to check the route and make some momentous
decision about getting to Kendal. Actually, at this point we had no problems.

We started having problems in Kendal. Later analysis of our GPS tracks revealed that I somehow passed Mr. Balint while his back was turned
and trundled on through the city. After much texting and messaging we were reunited in the middle of the city.

From Kendal we climbed up to Windemere, where we ate a pub lunch. Then on to Ambleside, where Mr. Balint
suffered the first flat tire of the trip.

Mr. Balint, having enough of the A509 and its heavy traffic, chose to ride a footpath through the wilderness. I decided to ride the
A509 and a couple of back roads, which were much faster than the footpath, but resulted in unneeded climbing.

I crested the pass on the A509. Unbeknownst to either of us, Mr. Balint came by shortly afterward. Did I mention that the riding conditions
were appalling? Rain, wind, a little cold sometimes. Headwinds. Rain pelting face. Sucking. It was one of those survival days.

And then while I flitted around this lake, Mr. Balint passed me on the A509, arriving in town a few minutes ahead of me, but was unable to find the B&B.
We met on the street outside the place.

Then we walked over to some place called The George. I had this, the half portion of the Cow Pie. It was too much.
Tomorrow we ride into Scotland.