Once again I found myself chomping at the bit, and reading more posts of people storing their bikes for the winter, and now single digit temperatures, made me keep an eye on the weather reports, and when I found that we were going to experience unseasonably high temperatures with a wee bit of rain this weekend, I began packing for another two or three day road trip.
|Fifteen Mile Stream north of Lochaber Mines Nova Scotia|
Planning? Not really. Zac and other sources told me that Route 311 NS south from Tatamagouche down into Truro was an entertaining route, and as I've found that Route 4 is fairly boring and high speed, I decided that I would ride the 311, with a destination of Westphal Nova Scotia picked out as a destination far enough from Halifax and Dartmouth from which I could avoid the city and explore the coast on 207, then transition onto Highway 7. I hadn't really thought beyond that, and was toying with the idea of somehow riding Route 374, possibly the Cabot Trail, finding that fish and chips trailer in Guysborough NS, and generally just enjoying the weather, scenery and the ride.
|738km over Saturday and Sunday|
Day 1 - Borden-Carleton PE to Ship Harbour NS - 453km
|Day 1 - Borden-Carleton PE to Ship Harbour NS - 453km|
|It's early and it's a chilly 8C morning!|
I had to dress warmly to start the ride as it was only 9 degrees by the time I set out on the bike, but with an optimistic forecast of 23C later that afternoon, I was dressed adequately, but my feet were a bit on the cool side.
I sheepishly admit that I found myself in a bit of a race to get ahead of a couple of tractor trailer rigs bound for the bridge, and a few cars heading back to the mainland, and I scooted along until I had paid my toll, and found myself narrowly beating a white pickup truck onto the bridge, where the speed is posted at 80 kph, to apply the brakes when I caught up to this rider on his DR400 who was quite content to ride between 73 and 78 the entire length of the bridge. Oh my. Once off the bridge, I led the truck in a pass, and left the rider behind me as I once again looked for the off ramp that would put me onto 955 New Brunswick and through Murray Corner, the exciting part of the ride.
As the roads were damp and the hour early, I kept my speed down and watched out for deer and other wildlife, and I had to as the road had been freshly tar and chip sealed for about 8 kilometres before the village of Murray Corner NB. Quite frankly it needed it, as the road was getting in pretty sad shape there this past year.
I won't bore you with the ride through Port Elgin and Baie Verte and on through Pugwash and into Tatamagouche along 366 NS and then Route 6 NS, as I've been down those roads many times in the past in search of adventure further afield.
|I'm in the orange bit, going to head through the purple bit to explore the green bit, with a healthy aversion to riding in the blue bits. |
I forgot my crayons so you will have to imagine the route. The idea was to start in the orange bit, going to head through the purple bit to explore the green bit, with a healthy aversion to riding in the blue bits.
|Can the day get any better?|
By the time I hit Tatamagouche Nova Scotia, I was warm enough to no longer need to plug my heated jacket into the bike, and I was able to turn off the heated grips that I'd been running with my summer gloves. Route 6 was nice, but heading south on Route 311 NS was a treat.
|Route 311 South|
|Ferguson Brook as seen from Route 311 NS|
There was a fair number of other cars on the road as well, and whenever I'd pass a few of them, I'd find another reason to stop and take a picture up ahead, so I just gave up, slowed down a bit, and took any opportunity that presented itself for pictures.
|North River NS|
I made the mistake of following the 311 right into the outskirts of Truro, where I got ensnared in local traffic and slow speed limits, so I quickly changed direction and ignored the GPS to head West and a bit south until I had lined up on the road to Camden NS, on the aptly named "Camden Road". I was a bit disconcerted when it changed to a gravel road, as I began to have doubts that it was indeed a through road, and that I might have to back track a bit, but the GPS was confident, so I took a spin down and was delighted with the fall colours and the absence of any other traffic on the little used road.
|Camden Road heading East.|
|Rutherford Brook on Camden Road|
|Rutherford Brook and my Versys|
It looks as if this road were being used to access the blueberry fields here and there, and later on it was clearly used for logging, as the trees to the right had been harvested for that purpose.
The Versys does well on gravel, and with my Shinko 705 tires, there was no question of traction except in the odd mud puddle, and even then I was able to add throttle for fun and excitement, as they were pretty small, and not very muddy as the rain that must have fallen earlier in the morning or yesterday was all but dried up in the sun.
Some of the tighter sections had some washouts, and potholes, but they were fairly easy to avoid and I only bumped through a couple that I missed that upset the ride, but I'll admit the road was rough enough that I was largely in second and third gear, and never got above 60 the whole time I was on it.
I only saw a couple other cars on it, and they were near the south western end, near Route 289 NS where Camden Road ended, and I opted to turn left and head over to highway 2.
|marsh of the Shubenacadie River as seen from 289 NS |
When I entered the town of Shubenacadie NS, I jumped onto 224 south for a bit, then picked up the 277 that headed towards Dutch Settlement, but passes the fenced in pit mine of Milford Station, operated by National Gypsum (Canada), which is the largest open pit gypsum mine in the world, and from what I could see through the fence, looks like a man made miniature Grand Canyon. I had to stop and get some pictures if I could, but I was restricted to a pretty bad view point, and you see less than a quarter of it in the following pictures.
Wikipedia has this to say about the mine
National Gypsum (Canada) ...operates the largest open-pit gypsum mine in the world in Milford Station Nova Scotia. This mine produces approximately 8000 tons of gypsum daily (during full production it is capable of producing over 15,000 tons per day), most of which is moved by rail approximately 30 miles to a ship loading facility at Wright's Cove, on the Dartmouth side of Halifax Harbour.
|The world's largest open pit gypsum mine |
I had already passed the bulk of the mine, and was unable to get a picture, but found an access road that offered a bit of a view.
I was nearing Halifax, and opted to jump onto the highway to make my way down to the coast and start my trip North East from Westphal, but I'd made an error thinking that it was a small community on the outskirts of Dartmouth, when in fact it was more of a suburb, so after a flip of a coin and curses flung at Garmin, I found myself in Shearwater Nova Scotia, right where I'd ridden a month or two ago trying to find my way out of the big city once again. :)
|Devils Island on Clam Bay, Shearwater Nova Scotia|
Once I got myself sorted out, I caught 322 and headed East over to Cow Bay and found Rainbow Haven Provincial Park worth taking a gander at.
It seemed to be a popular spot to visit, and there was a bit more traffic and people than I had expected, but I thought it worth the circuit, as it passes by a marsh that is frequented by a number of birds, and after spotting a blue crane, I stopped the bike and was fumbling with my camera as it spread its wings and took flight. I think they are so majestic, but have very little luck photographing them.
I really got a sense that I was leaving the city, but it was evident that the homes along the coast belonged to commuters who earned their living in the city.
The shoreline began to open up a bit, and I was very careful in the traffic when stopping for these shots.
|The view of Clam Bay from Upper Lawrencetown NS on Route 207 NS|
A few kilometres further down the road, I passed a rock beach with a few cars in the lot, so I decided to stop and have a late lunch as it was now almost three, and I hadn't eaten since breakfast at Anna's Country Kitchen earlier today, and I was carrying my lunch on the bike.
I pulled out my folding chair and my lunch bag and headed just over the dune to get some great shots of the beach from my vantage point on the shore.
A sign proclaiming that swimming was forbidden due to the currents at the beach didn't stop some bathers who chose the tidal pools as opposed to the main flow of water.
|Lawrencetown beach NS|
While maneuvering for a spot in the parking lot, I'd seen a couple of guys with a hand pump, pumping away at something out of sight in the grass, and as they were in wet suits, I thought perhaps they were doing something with a wind surfer mast or similar...
Then I saw them walking down to the beach with a kite and board, so presumed they were going to be trying some kitesurfing and stayed a bit longer to watch the show.
|Getting the kites into the air under control seems to take some skill and planning|
|He's really moving! (out to into the Atlantic)|
He was having a hard time controlling the kite while getting his feet onto the board, so if you told me he was a novice at the sport, I would believe you. I stuck around to watch him get up and rolling, and I was impressed at the speed with which those kites drag you, and in this instance, it was dragging him towards the opposite shore and into deeper water, so he bailed and walked it back to start over, at which point I packed my gear back onto the bike and continued my way east along the coast.
Just on the other side of the point was the Lawrencetown Beach Provincial Park, and it was crowded in comparison to the rock beach I'd just left, with lots of sand and people enjoying the warm fall weather, along with a few surfers out in the water waiting for a crest to ride.
|Bored, ever so slightly. |
The 207 ends at 7, and I made a right hander onto the road that I would be taking up along the coast. I've never been on this stretch that leads up to Musquodoboit Harbour, but have been on the northern section of it a few times now, and I quite enjoy the ride.
|Seal Cove Nova Scotia as seen from Route 7|
I was running low on fuel, and with only two bars left and 240 km on the tank, I was getting a bit nervous that I'd run low on fuel out this way. I was fairly certain that I'd find a gas station up in Musquodoboit Harbour, but as a friend had run out of fuel up this way on his Suzuki Savage a couple of months ago in almost the same spot, that little bit of worry became a concern, and after having passed through the town to find no pumps, I did a u-turn on the outskirts and headed back to find a local and ask about the location of a gas station, and if I should carry on up the road, or turn back towards Halifax. I was relieved to be told that there might be a couple of stations open up the road about five to eight kilometers ahead, so with a bit more confidence, I resumed my journey east, and sure enough found a station not too far up ahead, and filled my tank. Now I had a full tank of gas that would see me through part of the Thanksgiving weekend Sunday, enough to get me into a larger town if the local stations weren't open. *phew!* Onward!
The shadows were lengthening as it neared 5 in the afternoon, and the sun brilliantly lit up these seaweed covered rocks, so I stopped and enjoyed the sight and the moment.
Now the shorter days of Fall riding were here, and as the sun would be setting in only another hour and a half, I was looking for suitable places to camp that could be had for free, and I passed a little spur of land off of the causeway with a sign proclaiming it to be Crown Land, so I did a u-turn to find that it had been used for the purpose in the past, and indeed, there might have been a bush party here the night prior.
There was a red Mazda parked up near the point, with some gear and firewood laid out, so I assumed that someone else was going to enjoy the evening here, and I called out to find the owner of the car sitting on a stool just out of sight, looking at the birds out in the bay.
After I introduced myself to Trevor, and mentioned that I was looking for a campsite for the night, I asked him if he minded sharing the spot, and he was very gracious and allowed me to not only have my choice of where to pitch, he also invited me to join him over his campfire that evening. Brilliant! As I like to get my tent set up first thing, that is precisely what I did, then I simply turfed my sleeping bag and mattress into it, all still in their bags, and started to shed my gear and load up the tent with my helmet, jacket, tank bag etc.
|My Alps Mountaineering Lynx2 set up in a cozy little corner|
I've got to admit, I was a bit slow setting up the tent and getting myself sorted out. I felt just a bit disorganized, and I was grateful that the weather was warm, dry and there was no pressure to get things up and myself settled in for the evening.
|Near Ansteads Cove on Ship Harbour River NS|
I collected some things for supper and my campsite chair, and joined Trevor at the firepit where he as busy using a well loved axe to split wood for the night, and we started chatting away merrily about camping gear, axes other things as I laid out a bit of gear for a cuppa. It turned out that Trevor was a tea drinker as well, so happily accepted the offer of a brew up, but lost a lot of my respect when he declined the offer of fresh milk in favour of cream that he packed along in his cooler, the philistine!
That became the topic of conversation for a bit, the perfect cup of tea while travelling and lengths to which we would go in order to get it. Powdered milk, tinned condensed milk, cream, fresh milk, coffee creamer, etc. The merits of each explored and discarded in favour of packing along the fresh stuff for the perfect cuppa. We both agreed that 'Life is too short' not to enjoy it. I know many of you just won't understand, so pretend we were discussing the perfect camp cup of coffee, and the merits of percolator, french presses, and filter drips instead if it makes you feel any better. ;)
I was pretty excited that I would be using my new DPower China Stove
in anger for the very first time as opposed to my old SVEA123r
, but I'd hedged my bet and packed along my Trangia clone
with enough alcohol to see me through the weekend, just in case the DPower turned out to be a catastrophic failure... It took me a few minutes longer to get setup for the brew, as I'd also rearranged my kitchen, and there were bits and pieces everywhere that needed sorting. I was impressed with how easy it was to deploy the stove. In fact, it took longer to get the windscreen into position, and once I had the stove setup, it was a simple matter of opening up the valve, pressing the igniter switch, and placing the pot and lid in order to get it working merrily away as Trevor built laid the fire with the kindling he'd been labouring on while I got the tea ready. The stove offers great flame control, but of course I was running it on high in order to boil the water quickly. That first shared cup of tea at the end of a day of riding was wonderful.
Note that I'm using a butane cylinder and gas adapter with my stove, and it is very important that the notch (you see it as a black lug under the red cap) be vertical and at the highest point, so I had to lay the can on an uphill slant, and the two pipe clamp legs that are on it, worked well even on the grass to prevent it from rolling out of the vertical.
Trevor was working on the fire, and accepted my offer of some liquid boyscout, so I tossed a couple of cap fulls of Methyl Hydrate (denatured alcohol) onto the fire to speed it along, and in no time we had a nice fire going as the sun began to set across the Ship Harbour River.
I'd packed along a freezer bag of frozen chili and rice, and offered some to Trevor, who declined and asked me if I'd like some hotdogs to roast over the campfire, to which my response was to pull out the half package that I had brought from home. After whittling our sticks down, and impaling the first of the dogs, we got down to the serious business of cooking them to perfection over the nice bed of coals that Trevor had been working on. This was so much nicer than cooking them over a camp stove! I'd forgotten how much I love campfires, as when on the bike as I've been camping on private land for the past few trips, and haven't wanted to upset the apple cart with open fires other than for cooking purposes. Maybe I should get one of those little fold up firebox stoves? There is a cheap one on eBay that can be had for $10 dollars... Yet another bit of kit that would add weight and take up room on the bike. *sigh*
We were perfectly situated to watch the set of the sun, and if you know me, you know what you are going to see next...
|It's not even half past 6 of the clock!|
Trevor is an interesting character, and used to ride dirt bikes in his youth, and has a basket case 1976 Kawasaki KH400 two stroke triple sitting at home that is waiting to be restored, but he admitted that his passion runs to his '73 Lotus Europa as opposed to two wheeled sport.
|78-79 Kawasaki KH400 two-stroke Triple|
I will be the first to admit that I had to use google to look up these up, and I've added a couple of pictures of what I think is close to what he described. That Lotus looks like a ton of fun!
Weekends he spends his time getting lost along the coastline armed with pen and paper, visiting Nova Scotia's ghost towns, harbours and cemeteries in search of spots to camp and hike. His two notebooks are stuffed with experiences of the gold mining towns, logging roads, and makes note of the 'free' sites that he's found for camping, this bit of land we were on being one of those entries. He hopes to publish it in book form one day, and offered to send me a list of the camp sites once he gets it digitized, so Trevor, here is my address ron at rotten ronnie dot ca. I really should have given you that when we parted. I really need to print up some 'contact cards' with that information on them, so I can hand them out the people that I interact with on my adventures. I think he should get a dog to travel with him, but then you might know all about Suzi and I sharing our motorcycle trips together, and the hikes we enjoyed. :)
|'73 Lotus Europa Special|
|Sunset over Ship Harbour River, Nova Scotia 1900hrs|
It was only seven o'clock, yet shortly we both had our flashlights out while cooking over the fire, and I sheepishly admitted to having six with me, and the newest acquisition sitting in my pocket. Trevor one upped me, as he's got a total of eight with him, and a neat little UCO tent candle that he's been using for a few years, and absolutely loves. I showed him my trangia hack turning it into a candle, and he trotted out his stainless steel alcohol stove that he's had for years and years. We're both budget campers, and I enjoyed comparing experiences and gear. Trevor offered a concoction that surprised me at first, hot water with a shot of Bailey's
added to it as a liquid dessert, and let me tell you it was fabulous! He apologized for he had only been able to find a bottle with cinnamon and coconut added, but I enjoyed it nonetheless, and as a first experience it is a new fireside benchmark. I think I'm going to have to visit the liquor store and stock up on a few of their little 'airline' bottles of bailey's for future trips!
Five hours of conversation later, we'd firmly established a road trip friendship, that it was almost midnight when we poured some saltwater onto the embers of the fire, and he retired to the back of his car to sleep the night, and I to my tent.
Day 2 - Ship Harbour NS to Charlottetown PE - 285km
|Day 2 - Ship Harbour NS to Charlottetown PE - 285km|
The sun wasn't up until just after seven in the morning, and I got a feeling of laziness as I lay in my tent waiting for the darkness to disappear as I was up at six, and fell back asleep after reading for a bit. Now it was time to shift my lazy bones and get some of my kit bomb sorted out and packed away before joining Trevor at last night's fire pit and getting breakfast on the go while watching the blanket of fog out over the river, and wondering if the sun was going to make an appearance.
I offered him eggs tea and oatmeal, and he in turn offered me eggs, tea and oatmeal. Hahaha! We boiled up the eggs over his old MSR Simmerlite stove, while I had the tea and oatmeal water boiling on my butane rig, with enough fresh milk left over to enjoy a proper cup of tea. I'm still sorting out the kitchen, and I mentioned to Trevor that I felt like a bag lady with the four bags that I produced to make that one simple meal. I'll try to reduce it to a couple of bags later on when I have a different set of pots more suited to cooking meals as opposed to the current set of "boil and go" pots that work so well with my SVEA.
Trevor had disappeared across the highway and came back with a pot what he called 'slightly brackish water from the lake' on the other side, and when the eggs had been done, he handed mine back to me, but one of them had split open, and I found that it needed no salt at all, and we laughed when we found that his 'brackish lake water' was straight out of the Atlantic Ocean!
|An eight minute egg boiled in the Atlantic Ocean...|
|Trevor pouring his morning cuppa|
Over breakfast the fog was beginning to lift over to the West, and we watched a loon and cormorant fishing in the cove, then watched a fisherman come out to service his fish farm further out, neither of us knowing just what he was adding to the water. (or taking away?) A vertical rig over the side of the boat was raising a mist of water for about twenty minutes or so before he moved off down the bay.
|The sun making an appearance.|
|My host and campfire companion.|
|Standing at the point and looking back towards the highway|
Trevor hit upon a brilliant method for car camping, and that is to use magnets that secure nylon fly screen over top his open car windows, so he has insect free ventilation at night. I had to share this.
|Lee Valley Tools rare earth magnets hold the screen in place at night|
|The sun is up!|
We were in no hurry and it was well after nine when I began to take down the tent, and shake Trevor's hand and say farewell as he would be heading in the opposite direction towards Halifax and home, while I was traveling east towards Sheet Harbour.
It was just after ten when I let out the clutch, only to u-turn and get this picture of the fall colour.
|The 'Lake on the other side of the highway'. :)|
|Bullrush Lake, Tangier NS|
|Popes Harbour NS|
|Spry Harbour NS overlooking Taylor Bay|
The further east I went, the more disappointed I was in the lack of fall colour. Maybe I was a week or two early for this part of the coast? As I passed a sign for Taylors Head Provincial Park, I decided that I had all the time I needed, and missing out on seeing the park would be something I'd regret later on, and I was fairly sure that there would be a washroom or outhouse there, so I headed south down the 5 km stretch of gravel road, taking care to avoid the odd pothole.
|Following the coast of Spry Bay|
I have to admit the scenery was nice, but I had no hope of framing the lovely little rock islands in Spry Bay adequately with my camera, so I kept on until I found an entrance to a beach on Taylors Head Bay and had the entire beach to myself!
|Be wary of old men with sticks|
|The trees are covered in lichen and moss|
|Taylors Head Bay NS|
The boardwalk back to the parking lot where I'd left the Versys was interesting, especially the moss growing on the trees, and the odd rock here and there.
It was now so warm that I removed my jacket liner and rode with summer gloves and just a motocross shirt under my leather jacket. It was a tad cool, but invigorating.
|Heading north back out to Route 7 NS|
|Bridge Lake NS|
I was starting to see a bit more colour now, and I was on the outskirts of Mushaboom NS, and not too far away from Sheet Harbour NS where I would have to make a decision to continue further east on 7 or opt to head north on 374 up into Stellarton NS.
|The Versys is loaded a tad heavy for fall camping|
|Bridge Lake NS|
I will admit that I chose a bit of a dangerous place to stop on the bridge over the West River that flows into Northwest Arm through the center of the town, and more than a couple of vehicles shifted to give a bit of room as they rolled on by, but I think the picture was worth it, even though I feel slightly sheepish about it.
|West River, Sheet Harbour NS|
I had only used about 70 km worth of gas, but wanted to top off and ensure I had a full tank again, on the odd chance that the gas stops up ahead might be closed this Sunday, and while at the Irving, I had a sit down and cuppa tea and met by chance Alex, who had flown in from Toronto and was on his way up to drive around the Cabot Trail before heading back into Halifax to fly back out on Monday.
|Alex and his rental|
When I asked Alex where he was from, and he responded "Toronto.", I replied dead pan "I'm sorry to hear it." and after he finished laughing, mentioned that I was originally from Richmond Hill Ontario myself, and was pleased when it turned out he was familiar with it, as he'd lived in the Hill himself, and was working as an Industrial Electrician, so we had a bit to chat about. Moreso, as he is a bit of a car nut and runs a BMW 135 track toy, but bemoaned the fact that he'd ripped the dual clutch out of it after a fun run with it on the track. Shannonville, I think. Before the 135, he used to be a Miata lover, and I had to laugh as my brother-in-law Kirk loves the miata, and moved up from an older one to a cherished 2015 model. I asked him what he thought of Volvo, as Kirk was toying with the idea of reliving his youth with a late '70s model rear wheel drive wagon that he'd flogged about in Alberta, and Alex said he'd prefer an '80s Volvo 240 with a 5 litre mustang engine dropped into it. Talk about a coincidence! Cheers Alex!
I wasn't feeling all that rosey, and with rain in the forecast, I decided that I'd had enough of camping for the weekend, and would shorten the trip by cutting north up the 374 and head for Pictou that afternoon, which should put me back on the Island before dark if the rest of the ride went to plan. I lubed up the chain with my Endurostar trail stand, and hopped back on the Versys to head out of town, bound for Malay Falls NS.
When Kirk showed me this road seven years ago, it had been in really sad shape in some sections, and if you rode it at a spirited pace, you would have to carefully pick your line through patched pavement, frost heaves and odd pothole. Fast forward and today it was in decent shape for me, and as I was riding with the intent of keeping my license, I found it brilliant but for a three kilometre stretch that could use resurfacing. I don't think the sportbikes would want to get their knee down on parts of it, but they would love the wide sweepers and elevation changes. Dual sport riders would be craning their necks checking out the plethora of trails to the left and right that head into the interior. It was evident that there was lots of activities for loggers, hunters and ATV enthusiasts just through the treeline to the left and right, the only thing spoiling the landscape being the hydro lines from the hydro electric station at Malay Falls.
|Malay Falls Lochaber Mines Road NS |
I wanted to take a side cut and see the Falls themselves, but found nothing visible from the roadside, other than the hydro electric station, so carried on up the road to find a wonderful twisty stretch replete with leaf in full autumn splendour.
|East River, Malay Falls NS|
|This is the one picture I have that best captures the road and view. |
|The water levels of the river seem to have fallen over the dry summer|
|Fifteen Mile Stream as seen from Route 374 NS|
I spotted a car stopped at the bridge up ahead on 374, and I guessed correctly that they couldn't pass up a photo of the colour seen from the bridge. My camera just doesn't do this justice.
|Fifteen Mile Stream as it flows towards the East River|
|Zac, this is the average condition of road up there. |
|The call this "Anti Dam Flowage" in Garmin Maps... ???|
|Jackpot! This is why I'm on the bike this weekend!|
The colour on the South side of the ridge was incredible and nearing peak, while that of the North slope towards Stellarton wasn't nearly as vibrant, but you will enjoy this road on anything, a truck, a car, a motorcycle or a big wheel. :P
|Heading towards Hopewell NS|
Just outside of Hopewell Nova Scotia, the homes and farms were increasing, was well as the traffic, and I felt a bit guilty passing a few cars only to pull over when I spied these Clydesdale horses grazing their pasture on this beautiful fall day...
|Clydesdale horses at pasture, Hopewell NS|
It was about two in the afternoon, and I was really close to Pictou according to the GPS, less than thirty minutes from the Caribou Islands Ferry Terminal, so I hit the highway and found myself the sole motorcycle in lane 4 waiting for the ferry that would take me back to
"the Lobster Trap that is Prince Edward Island." You get in for free, but pay when you get out.
|Waiting on the Ferry, Pictou NS|
|We're special people... |
|And I was first onto the lower deck and had my choice of spots and tie downs|
I was chatting to one of the crew, and mentioned a friend of mine, Danny, up Montague way who fishes out of Beach Point on Cape Bear Reef, and this chap knew both him and his partner Robert and had fished with both of them in the past, as he started out fishing when he was 17 and had only started working the ferry for the past few years. Is this my cue to sing Disney's "It's a small world after all..."? lol
|The cagers are about to board|
I'm not sure why they loaded the top deck first... I would have thought you would reverse the order, or perhaps they reserve the lower deck for larger vehicles?
|Cormorants resting on the wharf.|
|Munroes Island, Pictou NS|
|Not bad for an old ferry|
It's a 75 minute ferry ride, and she averages about 19 kph on a calm day, so you have plenty of time to meet and greet folks on their way to the island, with most of the tourists crowding the railings as the shoreline of PEI draws near. I think they have built a lighthouse here at the terminal and one at the Confederation Bridge just for them. :)
|I'm pretty sure this is a tourist lighthouse at Wood Islands|
|The skies over PEI|
My sister asked me to stop and pick up some dog food on the way home, so I stopped at the Sobey's in Stratford, and while hunting for my spare dry bag for the groceries, it began to rain a bit, the first I'd seen all weekend long. In fact, the worst riding conditions of the entire weekend, as there was a terrific 50kph sidewind that was constantly wrenching my Arai XD4 around, and shifting the bike around in the lane a tad.
|Zippy waiting for dessert before his turkey coma... |
I got the bike back into the driveway in time to grab a plate and sit down at the table with family and friends for one of the best turkey dinners I've had in a while.
I hope you all had a wonderful Thanksgiving this year.
Where do you like to ride for fall colours?
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