All too soon it was time to roll, and we were off and rolling Eastward, with the idea of hitting East Point and looping back by the North Shore. Grandiose plans for what was now two thirty in the afternoon on a bright but chill Spring afternoon, but faint heart never, umm, If you never swing the bat... Nope. I can't think of the right cliche... We were having fun, and on our way at last!
|You don't see these parked on the lawn in Ontario...|
Day Tripping - Charlottetown PE to Souris PE and return.
|Charlottetown to Souris and back.|
We got up to Pooles Corner just outside of Montague, (which is now a giant circle of a roundabout) where Caroline asked if I wanted to head to Georgetown, and I might have mentioned the Saint George pub in Georgetown Ontario, perhaps a bit eagerly as I fondly recalled their signature dish of Roast Beef served on top of a giant Yorkshire Pudding. Sadly, while quite scenic, Georgetown PE is a bit different from Georgetown ON. Ah, memories...
|The George and the Dragon|
|It was good. No, it was great!|
|Everyone needs a fishing boat in their back yard.|
|Did you get it? Are you sure?|
Would you mind helping me get this off of my foot now?
"She hit a patch of sand on the road and you will never guess what happened next!"
"How do you keep the rubber side up? Three things NOT to do..."
She's a trooper and a keeper. I love this girl. Read on.
|There was an outpouring of support from our riding group.|
I almost felt guilty snapping that shot of her patiently waiting for me to help get the bike off of her ankle.
We got the bike up where she took charge of it and moved it off to the side of the road while I got mine off the road as well.
Her highway bars took the worst of it, along with her mirror which had spun and needed to be sorted out. The only real reminder left apart from the bruised and sore elbow, was a huge crack in her windshield.
|Note the crack|
Jacob: It was the gravel wasn't it? Almost did the same thing last year coming out of work
Caroline: Yup, it was the gravel/sand/dirt. Well... to be fair, it was my reaction that was the problem. It was just sitting there doing nothing. Hah.
I gotta tell you, if Caroline had not been leading, it might very well have been my bike lying on it's side in that intersection, and it would be even money as to whether I'd get through the intersection and head straight into the ditch on the other side of the road, or laid it down with too much brake or steering application on loose surface. Thanks for taking one for the team, darling.
|Souris Beach Provincial Park(ing Lot)|
Just off of 310 there is a fishing wharf out at the end of South Road, where Caroline wanted a tag picture of herself and not one, but TWO boats out of the water. Mission accomplished with perhaps a bit of overkill.
|Tag! You're it!|
|Lobster season starts soon.|
|Google Photos suggested this Panorama... |
I added it as it shows the lobster traps on the wharf waiting for the big day
And that was Bay Fortune. I quite enjoyed the 310, although both of us were now on high alert for dirty corners, and I could see that Caroline was still a bit shaken up, as she was holding back, and rightfully so, as it I'd really rather not ask her to help pick my bike up off of me today, so slowing down a bit made perfect sense.
There was one more bit of 310 that caught my eye, and it reminded me of my rip across Northern Quebec and Labrador, en route to Newfoundland across the Trans Labrador highway, and that is stunted pine trees in a tundra like vista. I see it quite a bit out East, but usually on a very small scale, and it always catches my eye when I do. I made a point of going back for this one, but am rather disappointed how the camera seemed to catch all the foreground, but almost nothing of the background of trees short and squat in a carpet unto the horizon.
|the tundra of the sub-arctic Prince Edward Island|
I totally retouched that photo. Cropped in to eliminate the foreground, then increased the colour saturation so the vivid contrast of coniferous green pine would show against the browns and reds of withered and dry foliage of last year. Just for giggles, I'll show you a picture from the Trans Lab for comparison:
|Somewhere between Labrador City and HVGB|
|Pretty much the same as above. |
Should have just copied and pasted
Thankfully there weren't nearly as many black flies out on the Island as compared to Labrador, sort of none right at the moment, which suits me just fine, thank you, and I didn't resort to leaving Caroline for black fly bait while I skedaddled with my skin still covering my bones.
Caroline was pretty sure she was going to have a sore elbow for a couple of days following that ride, and we split apart as we crossed the Hillsborough River bridge as we entered Charlottetown proper, I to my bat cave (poorly lit underground parking at my apartment building) and she to her respite in the sun further down the road aways...
Tune in next time to hear how she sourced and replaced her windshield without my help. ;)
This coming weekend is looking nasty, but thankfully we didn't get the snow that Halifax and Saint John got today, just some wee flurries that are pretty much already gone and done that state change thing, solid to a liquid. Snow to rain.
P.S. Oh, remind me to do that darned oil change and sort out why my headlight decided to suddenly stop working.