|The Unicorn will see us safely home|
|The Sunrise Trail – Bridge to Ferry or There and Back Again|
Ooh!!! Pick me! Pick me!
Thankfully I woke up in time to post up and get included, but I was groggy and confused the poor girl with when and where we would meet up. I thought they were going to meet me at the Borden-Carleton Esso for 11:30ish, but she thought I meant the Grafton St. Timmies for 11:30, and while I was minutes from B-C, she and Lorne were drinking their coffee at Grafton wondering WTF I was…
Leaking gasoline from an overfilled fuel tank onto the parking lot, dontcha know, wondering WTF they were… And no chance of a coffee for me, for it is the great Exodus on the island, where all our summer time guests flee before the advent of the dreaded “End of Season” and “Back to School”. A flurry of text messages later and we had that sorted and they flogged their bikes down the Transcanada to meet up with me at 1230ish. (Before you ask, to “Flog” ones bike is to beat it with a crop and rowel it with spurs in order to obtain greater speed)
|Bad news: Leaking gasoline (Operator error)
Good news: Not leaking a drop of oil
|Am I in this shot? Yep, you is.|
|We few, we happy few, we band of brothers… and sisters. (And Unicorns)|
I took the lead, and we ran across 16 to the second exit onto NB 955 that would take us through Murray Corner NB, and if we had kept on, out to 15 and into Moncton, but I knew we could take a back road back over to 16 near Port Elgin, so we had a great little ride while avoiding that conga line of tourists and transport trucks fleeing the island.
I admit, I was a bit worried that the road I chose to cut back over to Port Elgin turned to gravel at some point, so I skipped Blacklock Road and made the mistake of taking them down Davis Road. Blacklock would have put us back out onto 16 just before Port Elgin, whereas Davis Road had been tar and chip sealed, and with the light traffic it got, there was a lot of loose limestone right through the intersection, and poor Mikayla had to practice her loose surface motocross skills. I think she white knuckled the whole four kilometer stretch back out onto 15 where we had to turn back and head back towards the roundabout and in through Port Elgin. If you guys had only mounted some more aggressive tires we could have cut cross country. TKC80s anyone?
|Resting for a spell at Baie Verte NB|
|Baie Verte NB|
I pulled in here cause I figured Lorne would have a good nic fit on by this time, and when I told Mikayla it was “Smoke Break time, here is yours” she flatly told me “I don’t smoke”. “But you do eat chocolate? Eat the red ones last.” and handed her a pack of Smarties. “I like you, you can ride with me more often.” 😀
Lorne went off to chat up some riders from Halifax bound for PEI for an overnight. He breaks the ice, and they wandered over to admire Mikayla’s helmet horns. Turns out the male rider of the two had previously owned a 2009 Versys as well, and tried to convince his female friend that this could be her next bike. I sheepishly admit I tried to sway her too, not that I am in the least bit biased.
Someone started to gear up, and I thought it might be nice to keep the group together so, I got my stuff on too, and took the lead again until we hit Pugwash where I stopped once again and offered up the excuse that I thought they would like another break. Mikayla looks at me like I have two heads, and pipes up with “I’m good.” forcing me to tell her the real reason why I pulled over, the gated entrance to the salt mine was chained closed, and I could use this gravel parking lot to get onto the access road for pictures of the salt docks, of the Windsor NS Salt Mine. Lorne was happy, he’s a self professed “Train nerd” and wanted to check out the historic train station on the other side of the lot, so I got to take my pictures and hand off the “Leader of the Pack” BS to someone else. 🙂
|Hills of salt in Pugwash NS|
|Windsor Salt Mine – Pugwash NS|
|Pugwash Rail Station|
Lorne, our tour guide, told us a bit of the history of the station, and the industries around it, and finding out that he was a history buff as well as a train nerd made him good friend material right on the spot as I love history, and if you follow my blog, you will see evidence of my passion on almost every ride I do.
I gotta tell you that while I was leading, the Unicorn was setting the pace, hanging back just a bit, so I thought I was going a tad fast for him, and settled for a wee bit less than my usual warp factor 7, but once the Unicorn got in the lead, suddenly Warp factor 7 was not good enough and I had to wick it up to Warp factor 9 if I didn’t want to get left behind!
The Unicorn was getting hungry and suggested that we stop in Tatamagouche NS at Big Al’s. It was a great idea, and all three of us ordered a coffee before perusing the menu. Once Lorne mentioned the hot hamburger sandwich as interesting, and I found that it came with grilled onions, I was sold.
We left the Unicorn waiting for his feed while Lorne and I went out for a smoke and a bit of bromance as we chatted about Tottenham ON and Newmarket ON, until Mikayla interrupted us with a text that our food had arrived. Awesome! Damn Lorne and his “They have cake in that fridge over there!”
“Is there any lemon cake in it?” I asked.
“I never made it past the chocolate cake”, was his retort.
Mikayla read off the dessert menu “Lemon mousse cake”. Darn them! One chocolate cake for Lorne, one carrot cake for Mikayla and the Unicorn, and one Lemon mousse for me!. Mmmm!
Just when I was getting ready for my afternoon nap, Mikayla and Lorne dragged me off to see the Tatamagouche Train Station Inn, which was probably a good thing as I certainly needed to work off that lunch and cake.
|The Train Station Inn, Tatamagouche NS|
While I was clearance sale shopping in the gift shop, the three of them abandoned me and disappeared without a trace, so I tossed my new purchase into my top box, geared up and rode the Versys around looking for them, to find that in Nova Scotia, you are encouraged to ride your ATV or motorcycle responsibly while sharing the old rail bed with others. Great idea says I, and with my brand new Shinko 705s, I decided a quick tour on the “Discovery Trail” and was pleased to find it well signed and regulated for the safety of all.
Hey! There they are! Trying to break into that old dining car and make off with the silver spoons! That Unicorn is a bad influence! I called them on it at once, but that shifty Lorne says “You have it all wrong, it’s the recreation of that classic scene from the movie Titanic!”
|Sorry Lorne, Rose is much better looking.|
Once the Unicorn was back in the saddle, we made good time to Pictou NS, but one of us, not naming any names, needed a Timmie’s, cause that chocolate cake he’d put away was making Lorne sleepy, so after buying a round of coffee, we sat in the parking lot and made conversation about what makes the world go round, bikes of course.
Time for the ferry, and not trusting the Unicorn’s capricious sense of direction, Lorne lead the way out to the ferry, as he has a personal connection with over and above that of a passenger, as he likes to think of himself as a marine mechanic, and has worked on the “Holiday Island” a few times, but I told him that if he really was any good, he ought to have been able to get it right the first time. Not to worry, it’s only bruising and I’ll heal up quickly no doubt.
I caught Mikayla clearly in violation of the rules and was going to report her to the captain and have her keel hauled or strung up at the gratings by her thumbs for a flogging, when she explained that the Unicorn made her do it. “Well, that explains it, let’s go!”
|Have you thought of getting an intervention for the Unicorn? It’s never too late.|
|How come I can’t hear anything with these ear plugs in?|
|Yes, the wheelies would be epic, but I think this would REALLY lower your new bike…|
|Work it, girl! Let’s see some attitude! You’re piqued! Give us the duck face, now happy face!|
The addicts stampeded past Mikayla and raced out to the ever shrinking smoking area for a puff, and Lorne got to have a play date with the Unicorn.
|Faster, Lorne, faster!|
|Hank the Unicorn and
|Do NOT cross the yellow line with that in your hand Mister!!!|
How do you make this day perfect? You head on up to the deck and find that it’s turned into a dog park for the ferry ride! I was in heaven meeting and greeting puppies of all sorts and breeds, and I think Mikayla made a friend. The collie even rolled over for belly rubs. 🙂
|Just a bit to the right, Ahhh! Now lower.. That’s it. Mmmmm.|
This guy walked up with his unleashed Border Collie bitch, and I was reminded of the bond Suzi and I had when walking off leash together. Suzi figured I was well behaved and didn’t need to be on the leash as long as she was there to supervise me. It looked the same way here, and I envied them their bond, as I miss my dear Suzi so much.
|Where is that?|
|The Unicorn is all ready to go!|
It was time to leave the ferry, and to go our seperate ways as they headed East, and my path took me West, and back to Charlottetown where I had to duck into the Timmies to see if any of the gang were hanging out tonight. Nope, but I did have a nice cuppa and a chat with my Dad when I told him that I’d met a gentleman on the ferry that grew up in the same small town as my old man, Hampton NB. Luv ya Dad, and can’t wait to see you when you visit Wendy-Sue and I this September.
Thus ended an awesome ride. History, motorcycles, dogs, Unicorns and food. Did I mention dogs?
2009 to 2016
Four off the floor in pursuit of the ball
I decided I needed to field test a few pieces of gear before hauling them along with me on my upcoming motorcycle camping trips this season, and one item that I’ve enjoyed playing with is the Trangia spirit stove, or in my case, a Chinese clone of the Trangia.
|I’m an Alcoholic|
I put together a wee kit and tossed onto my motorcycle and took it in to work with me with the idea of testing this out at lunch time.
|It’s a minimalist set up for sure|
The pot stand is available on AliExress.com as “Argos Titanium Folding Pot Stand with Tray Alcohol Stove Solid Fuel Stove Ultralight Titanium Pocket Stove Multi-Fuel Stove”, quite the mouthful, isn’t it? The draw is that it collapses and all fits into that small grey bag. It works as a combination windscreen and pot stand, and can be used with solid fuel tablets (Esbit) or with an alcohol burner.
|This thing is brilliant!|
The first time I tried it in a strong wind, I had placed the burner on top of the solid fuel plate, and as the burner was too high and exposed to the strong wind, it roared through the two ounces of fuel and not much of the heat ever hit the bottom of the pan.
Today the breeze was strong enough to fly a flag straight out from it’s flagstaff, and variable, but not terribly strong. Still, it meant that I was expecting a boil time of two cups of water at 8 minutes in good conditions, and I had to wait a whole 2 extra minutes before I got a rolling boil.
|At about four minutes, things are starting to happen.|
Round about the magic 8 minute mark, there was steam coming off the water, and larger bubbles forming, but not quite a boil. You could see the heat shadows on the surface of the picnic table blowing with the wind, and the heat signature on the bottom of the stainless steel MSR Alpine (Seagull) Stowaway 775ml pot appearing and disappearing in the gusting breeze.
10 minutes saw a full boil achieved, at which time I tossed my Mr. Noodles into the pot, put the lid back and continued cooking for another four minutes. I probably should have tossed the simmer ring on once it was at a full boil to conserve some fuel, but I didn’t think of it at the time.
|Trangia Clone “Go Hike” off of FleaBay|
You can get a decent Trangia clone on FleaBay such as the “Alocs”, “Esbit” or “GoHike” branded models, as well as some more expensive titanium models.
After cooking the noodles for four minutes, I snuffed the flames of the burner, let it cool off and had a peek to see that of the 2 ounces of fuel that I started with, I was now down to about a 1/4 of an ounce left. I was not expecting it to burn this much fuel, but the strong breeze would account for that. I’m sure that if I’d used a full windscreen I’d have burned much less fuel. If that bothers you, you might want to take a look at the Caldera Cone system.
|The burner, and the pot stand along with a mod|
The windscreen pot stand comes in four parts
I’ve a wee bit of soap impregnated towel, and with some cold water and a bit of elbow grease is perfect for a wash-up.
I store the pot stand, and all the bits I need inside the MSR Alpine Stowaway Pot 775ml that I recently purchased from MEC.ca It reviews very well, and truly is bulletproof. The feature I like most is that the folding handle flips up and locks the lid into place, so all the bits and pieces of kit get stowed away inside the pot, with the drying rag there to keep it from rattling. A brilliant little piece of kit that is used by enthusiasts that want durability and functionality. It goes from the stove straight into the fire and back again with aplomb.
|I bought the 775ml version. Perfect size for Ramen and solo camping|
I’d spent much of Saturday cooking some home cured corned beef, so when Sunday rolled around, and seemed to pass quickly, I was determined to get out on the bike for a ride, in spite of the cool 11 degree Celsius, cloudy Sunday afternoon. As I was going out the door of my apartment, I opted to change out of my jeans and into some heavier riding pants, as well as to take my heated jacket in favour of the heated vest, and am I ever glad I did! It was cool just walking or sitting around, but my legs and feet said “This is fall riding weather!”.
|End of the road for the Versys|
|Charlottetown PE to Stratford to Pownal and return|
I decided that I’d scope out the Tim Horton’s parking lot just down the street, and sure enough there were a couple of older riders there, Derrick a Ducati pilot, and ???? I forgot already, although he was mounted on a nice well maintained 2016 Honda CRF250L. We chatted for a while and they headed home, while I headed East across the bridge, then turned south past my office to follow the shoreline. I thought about heading out to Point Prim, as the lighthouse out there is pretty nice, but much of the ride would have been on the boring Trans Canada Route 1, so opted instead to stop at all the little access roads that I could find that took me out to the south shore of Stratford as I made my way East.
The Versys doesn’t like wet clay, and to be truthful, neither do I. It’s slicker than snot and harder to get off your clothes. Luckily the roads were dry enough for me to have a wee bit of adventure without calling a friend for recovery.
|The Ministry of Defence Rifle Range… Red Flag is up!|
|There is a mud hole just up ahead.|
Yeah, I’m a wuss, and the thought of trying to pick up 500lbs of street bike just didn’t appeal, so I turned around rather than test out the Shinko 705s in that mud hole just up and around the corner. Beat a hasty retreat back out the road to look for another likely candidate to take me out to the shore.
|The apple blossoms are beginning to litter the shoulder with their petals|
Back in Charlottetown I found that I wasn’t quite ready to put the bike away yet, so headed around Victoria Park and back over to the Timmies where I ran into some of the Red Isle Riders that were out with the same idea as I, although when Mikala asked me if I wanted to join them for a ride out to Montague, I suddenly remembered I had an appointment with my couch and a nice hot cuppa. 😀
|Brighton Lighthouse, Charlottetown PE|
And that was pretty much it for today, just a short Sunday fling that made me remember why I bought those tires for this bike, and why I enjoy riding the Versys instead of a sport touring bike. 😀
I hope you enjoyed the pictures.