|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
|MacKinnon’s Cove, Cape Breton Island, Nova Scotia|
Before you think less of me for such a short trip to one of Canada’s famous historical sites, let me first say that I’d visited the Fortress back in 2011 when Darlooney and I had just gotten off of the Newfoundland ferry in Sydney NS back from our trip across the Trans Labrador Highway. We spent most of the day there, I got a number of photographs (too many really, but that is how I roll), and shared them in my ride report “I Survived the Trans Labrador Highway”.
As you approach the present town that is there today, you should look at the bush on each side of road, and wonder how the early settlers ever managed to push their way through it. Dense growth of pine trees and brush forbid any direct access, so waterways and game trails would have been the highway of the day. In fact, most of the travel of the period was done via water, and Fortress Louisbourg became a mercantile hub of the New World, shipping an estimated 31 million tonnes of salt fish per year. I had to double check that figure as I thought I had misheard the guide.
|The Fortress as seen from the present day wharf|
The visit was free as it is Canada’s 150th birthday this year, so all National park admissions are free, so after waking up far too early, I sat in the parking lot and chatted with the other visitors while waiting for the attraction to open up. The line up needed three shuttle buses to get us to the Fortress, but once there you head out on foot along it’s gravel pathways. It’s not terribly accessible, so if you have a stroller or wheelchair, you may want to opt for the large “rough terrain” type of wheels, and you should be fine.
The fortress is only 1/4 restored, as much of the stone from the ruins was carted off to serve as foundation material for local homes, but it’s very impressive. I had to look this up… A fort protects a harbour or a town. A fortress encloses the town.
English settlements were completely different as settlers were encouraged to clear the cultivate the land as soon as possible to form a tax base for the new colony, whereas this French settlement was a commercial crown enterprise, and people were forbidden to colonize the surrounding area. One would have thought to see a town grow up on the outside, with farms, orchards, wharves etc, but all the food, fodder and hard goods were imported from France or it’s colonies. All of it. They were not even allowed vegetable gardens from my understanding, all to make them completely reliant upon the largess of the French crown. They did supplement their food stocks with the aid of the local Mic Mauq indians, chiefly caribou meat.
|Can you guess what this is? Located next to the gatehouse.|
|The townspeople have an impromptu gathering in the street|
|New recruits learn their cannon drill|
|Can you spot the doe and fawn in the field centre top?|
|Extreme close up with a point and shoot|
|And off they go!|
|The view from the battlements towards the present day town.|
|This is the gate I will be leaving by|
|The walls are protected by a ravelin and a moat|
|Does anyone want to photoshop out the tourist?|
|This is where all the action takes place|
|Salt cod. One of the 31 million pounds they produce per year|
I couldn’t help but think how much longer I wanted to stay, yet how far I had to go to get to Meat Cove off of the Cabot Trail. I caught a shuttle bus and headed back to the bike and let out the clutch bound for Glace Bay. Look at the map and note that I totally messed up. I should have headed further East before heading north in order to see more of the coast line to the east of Glace Bay, but that mistake combined with significant construction meant that I was kept back from the coast until much later on and I missed quite a bit of the Glace Bay area, so I’ve yet another “todo” added back to the Cape Breton Island list.
As I was heading through town, I saw this sign and turned back to buy a pint of fresh strawberries. It was by far the absolute best meal I had on the trip, as the strawberries had been picked only yesterday and were in top form. A bit late in the season? Not on the East Coast
|$3.75 a pint.|
|To go? No thanks, I’ll eat in.|
|Good to the last berry|
The approach into Sydney along the coast from Glace Bay was nice enough, but if I had known how busy the traffic would be, I would have happily avoided the whole mess and jumped onto the 105 bound for the Englishtown ferry.
As I rolled past this diner, I couldn’t help but think of my newf friend Tat2 and how we hit only the best of Newfoundlands little gems while riding in that province. I had visions of Crush Pineapple and Spruce Beer as I opened the door to find that they served some of the best deep fried chicken I’ve had. If you like KFC and salt, you will love this chicken! The fries, not so much. Hahaha.
|Lick-A-Chick, Sydney NS|
|Cape Breton Highlands thataway!|
|Waiting on the Englishtown cable Ferry|
|Fellow Cabot Trail riders leaving the ferry.|
There really is only a short delay at the ferry, and passage is only $7 CDN. I’ve been on this one before, but never heading in this direction.Traffic crossing in my direction was light, with only a pickup truck ahead of me, but I’ve seen this road on a weekend in July, and it can get awfully busy, especially with RVs and trailers trying to carefully ascend the passes, and even more carefully trying to descend the other side under brakes almost the entire way down. I was determined to get ahead by passing safely, but ahead of this lot I wanted to be.
A mid-summer weekday wasn’t so bad, not so bad at all, but there are always two ahead and three behind.
|An FJR mounted rider climbing the hill ahead of me|
This was a weekday, yet there was still enough slow cage traffic to hold us up, so the fella ahead and I passed given any safe opportunity, only to get held up in a few of the really interesting sections. This side was repaved not so many years ago, but we would run into some sections up ahead that have gravel bits cut through the pavement, about four feet wide with varying levels of ruts. I think I hit my rim on one of them.
|Wreck Cove selfie|
|Take two just in case|
|Oh no! These guys are going to be murder to pass!|
They are much more confident riders than I am. I used to be ATGATT, (All The Gear All The Time) but these days I’m SOTGSOTT (Some Of The Gear Some Of The Time) as I’ve taken to dispensing with my gloves on really long hot days, and I stopped wearing riding pants on hot days. What can I say? I ride for fun, not to lose weight, and it’s working! 😛
|Lots of constriction. Sigh.|
|The Road to Capstick, and consequently, Meat Cove.|
Remember I told you that I almost made it the last time I was on the Cabot Trail, but as the bridge had been washed out, they posted a guy to turn tourists back and he was highly effective at his job.
Here is a shot from seven years ago… Prince Edward Island the and Cabot Trail. (Good lord! Has it really been SEVEN years?! It seems like only last year!)
Time for a numbered list to help me focus:
I need to do this on a scooter or a pit bike for fun and giggles.
|Close but no cigar!|
Right! I was now officially past the turn around point and was able to take new pictures of areas I’d never before seen!
I found a little provincial park for a wee rest break, but it turned into more of a photo op instead. Can you relate?
|Cabot’s Landing Provincial Park|
|Meat Cove Rd looking back at Capstick I think.|
Whoops, not as far as Capstick yet! Disregard that caption. Post trip guessing. Thank god for a GPS camera!
|I’m so excited! I think I’m going to have to stop for another pee!|
Seven years in the making… “Did you get out to Meat Cove?” It’s like a secret ADVRider passphrase or something. Nope. Not in the 11 years I’ve been riding through these parts. That’s all gonna change baby!
|Thar she blows! That’s it. Mowed lawns and tents.|
The gravel roads to get there might have been exciting for a Versys with Conti Trail Attack2 tires had there been a rainstorm and or low visibility and excessive speed or lots of traffic. The rear end stepped out once, and it was more fun than unnerving. Turns out they left gravel all the easy bits, and paved all the potentially scary bits. Not that I was looking to go rocketing out of a corner and down a three hundred foot drop into the Atlantic Ocean, but there you have it. More on this later on…
|Paved down hill. Reminds me of Europe, but with steel guard rails, pretty straight and shorter. In fact, it’s not much like the Alps at all, but it was fun.|
|Meat Cove NS|
|Cheers Meat Cove! It’s been a slice!|
I think the most disappointing part was all the vehicles and tents, and the work you would have to do in order to get shots without all the man made clutter attached. To be frank, I was a bit disappointed and wanted to roll on out and get back to free wheelin’.
|It really is a beautiful spot|
|Bay of St. Lawrence Road heading back out to the Cabot Trail from Meat Cove|
Man, the camera doesn’t do this area justice at all, and apparently I was losing my light as these pics didn’t expose as well as I’d like, but they do place wonderful emphasis on the sky.
|Heading towards Pleasant Bay on the Trail|
My decision to leave rather than stay resulted in a couple of pros:
|Pleasant Bay, Cape Breton Island Nova Scotia|
|The classic lookout shot without other tourists and fences in the way.|
I had to get a selfie in here as well, but to offset that, I added a couple pics of the wear on the tires. Enjoy!
|I’m getting smarter in my old age and my chicken strips are in fact “safety zones”.|
My nickname used to be ‘Crash’ way back in days I had knee sliders and knew how to use them, and tires scrubbed right to the edge. (In my mind they were to the edge. Lol) After a few close calls involving man and wildlife I now opt for a non license threatening pace, and arriving at my final destination upright and intact as opposed to ambulance and or flatbed. I’ve bad experiences with both.
|The front is wearing well|
I’ve got the back aired up to forty pounds and the front up to 38, where I usually run about 36-34 as with a loaded bike and long distance touring, I want a slight crown on the tire so I don’t get a horrible flat spot down the center of the tire. So far it’s been working well this trip, although there is now visible shoulder wear on the front tire that is visible while looking down from above.
Great rubber, these Continental Trail Attack2 tires, and I’ve full confidence in them for cornering, and braking, although they aren’t as good as the Michelin Pilot Road 4s in the wet as I ran last season on the bike, they tend to wear better, and I expect more than 10k off of the rear tire.
If shots like this last one are a sign of things to come, I’d better pick up the pace a tad and try to get some kilometres behind me cause I’d be stopping every time I saw a ‘Wow!’ scene that I’d frame into a photo.
|Looking back towards Pleasant Bay|
Right, so I’m booting along a long stretch of road that is under construction, and as there is no other traffic, I mean I’m really going a bit too fast to see any disasterous potholes, but the Versys loves this kind of riding, and I find I’ve twisted my wrist a bit too far when I see a dark shape up ahead on the road. Bullwinkle himself with a full rack! Wow! Slow down or try to get your camera out or both? Why both of course, and in the failing light what you will see is horribly blurry and grainy, but I will always remember him as majestic, disdainful and powerful. Velvet springs to mind. Covering his massive rack, and segueing to a beautiful glossy dark coat.
|Oh bother! Bullwinkle is doing guard duty on the construction equipment!|
|I had to blow this one up so you could see him.|
|And this is the one I thought I’d be able to proudly show people in the future when ever I gave out “that” warning…|
|No moose here, just a beautiful skyline.|
|Yeah, I might have been going a bit fast.|
Did I mention I love these tires? In a straight line on gravel, superb, but you have to drop down to about 60kph for corners or you will find yourself in the ditch on this heavy pig of a street machine. It’s not an offroad bike, and the term best applied to it IMHO is “SUB”. Sport Utility Bike, similar to the ubiquitous SUV driven to shopping malls and found on six lane paved highways. Rule of thumb, if you won’t take your honda civic down that road, neither wilt thou goest with the Versys.
|Roads like these are why people ride bikes. The view and the twisties. Go ride Skyline Drive in Virginia.|
|A look back. Yes, it was that much fun. Every time I’ve ridden it.|
|I know I’m getting closer to Cheticamp now.|
As I got closer to Cheticamp, I was running into a few more vehicles, and less desire to stop for shots.
|Cheticamp River, Cape Breton Nova Scotia|
I had to turn back to get these shots from the bridge. It’s so satisfying. 🙂
|The other side|
Why is it that a phone camera with a crappy sensor takes better shots at times then a dedicated point and shoot? Okay, it’s a gps enabled water and shock proof point and shoot with 28mm aperature. I rather like it.
But the iPhone wins this evening:
|the far shore seen from Cheticamp Harbour|
If you are an East Coaster, then you probably won’t like these next shots as much as the folks back in Onterrible do, as you’ve been around them all your life.
Okey dokey. If you stayed with me thus far, you would know that my next stop should be the Tim Horton’s in Cheticamp, then, if I were a normal person, a camping spot, either legitimate or not somewhere close to town, but if you really knew me, you would understand that when I missed the Tim’s that I knew had to be ahead up on the left hand side of the road (now where the f did they move it to?!) I’d just keep on riding. And riding. It was now about 2030 or so, and I’d be in total darkness in about fifteen to twenty minutes, but I got in behind a couple of cars and followed them south for ages… Until they turned off, or perhaps I turned off. I had set my GPS to Port Hawkesbury via the shortest distance as opposed to fastest route, as I get like that at times, and I knew that the interior roads in this province are mostly paved and pretty much all of them lead you straight back to the bridge back to the mainland. In this part of the country at any rate.
Crap, it had started to spit rain at me, and the one car ahead of me kept going and as my visibility decreased with my pretty much open visor on the Arai XD-R75 (it has really horrible fog and rain characteristics), I had to pull over and don some rain gear over my leather jacket. A bit of a roadside dance for a few minutes. My speed had dropped away to somewhere faster than 60 and slower than 80, and I knew I had to pull off and get a tent set up for the night, cause this was a one way ticket to an accident, with wildlife or one of the ‘single vehicle’ that I’d never be able to live down should my friends hear of it.
As the rain began to abate and fizzle out, I passed a couple of likely spots until I found a Nova Scotian picnic area on the right that looked good, or rather TGTBT at the time, and the ground was rocky and wet. Bog wet in some places, but with a flashlight and time I found a hard spot that while it would take the tent, not the pegs. I was only able to drive in about four stakes, and a couple of those were very iffy, but I made a good choice in tents, and my Alps Mountaineering Lynx 2 is free standing with a buckle on fly, so I spent the rest of the night that included another brief shower in a tent no ten metres from the road where I slept like a baby.
|Mmmm! Chef Boyardee ravioli with Indian Mutter Paneer curry.|
Okay, this wasn’t cordon bleu, but it was hot and hit the spot before bed, along with plenty of water to wash it down. All for under four dollars.
|Day 5 – Trout Brook, Cape Breton Island NS to Borden-Carelton PE|
A cranky baby that woke up at 6am. I’m starting to hate camping as I’m up so early in the mornings that at times I don’t feel all that well rested, and frankly, I want people to stand a bit upwind of me at the moment. Time for a change after I brush my teeth and make some tea.
You know what? Screw the tea, the pot is still a bit off with the curry residue in it, and I washed it out in a puddle of dirty water, then rinsed it with clean. I’m in no mood for yet another ginger flavoured orange pekoe, so I pack up the damp tent and off I ride into the morning mist only to find I was about 2 kilometres north of a proper campground. *Sigh.*
|Trout River Provincial Park, Cape Breton Nova Scotia|
A short ride and I’m back in civilization and I can order a nice large cuppa and something other than instant oatmeal for breakfast! I’m enjoying this as I sit at the curb and savour the moment. Especially the morning mist that makes me think I’m in the Great Smokey Mountains down in North Carolina. It’s cool for a change, and a beautiful morning. That hot sun is going to burn off this mist, and the real day will begin.
|First real cuppa in days|
|That winch is used to haul moose up into the bed of his truck|
This gentleman stopped by to chat and was really friendly. He’s been around, and worked on Prince Edward Island for a while, but was happy to be back home. He was also proud of his cage and winch set up for hauling moose up into the bed, and let me tell you that cage must have weighed in at over 200lbs easily!
Back on the highway, destination Port Hawkesbury.
|Farewell to Cape Breton Island!|
I’ve done highways before, and they all seem much the same, so I opted to return via the Sunrise trail, but I think I missed part of it, but never mind as I found myself on a secondary road headed in the direction I wanted to go, towards Antigonish, which turns out to be the Sunrise Trail. 😀 Lucky me. I’m running a bit low on gas, down to three bars but I’m not worried, I should be fine for another 100k before I need to start panicking.
I decide I’m going to ride out to Monks Head Nova Scotia and see what there is to be seen…
|Linwood Harbour NS|
|Ummm. Sunrise Trail, in spots its the Sunrise Trail, Suspension Surprise that is|
I rode out to this little dead end jetty where I found this dude packing up from his campsite of the previous evening, and it turns out he’s from Onterrible and doing a tour of the East Coast the budget car camping way, and as he’d already been to PEI, all I could do was show him the highlights of Cape Breton on my tourist map, and handed it over to him as he was on his way there that very day.
I love chatting with people. You meet such interesting people at home and abroad.
|Next stop, Cape Breton Island!|
|Pomquet Point NS|
|The view from Monks Head Road.|
So I totally missed the Monks Head bit, but to make up for it, there was plenty of construction just ahead, and i had to stop long enough to convince the flagman to get a dual sport instead of the cbr250 he was planning on buying. Turns out he was originally from PEI and was working road crew in Nova Scotia because that was where the money was.
Right, now I needed gas and I was just starting to panic a bit until I made it into Antigonish with plenty left, only down to a single bar, not even flashing merrily at me yet. It’s a healthy fear, ask my buddy Zac. 😉
I’m still on the Sunrise Trail, this time aiming for Cape George Lighthouse, where Rob Harris and Zac had taken me years earlier on the Dawn to Dusk rally. A brilliant little scoot that starts off at O’dark:thirty (Army for stoopid early) until the sun sets, or in some cases with Rob and Zac, until the repair is finished and the bike is able to limp you home.
Anyhow, the road was in much better shape, and once I’d passed a couple of cages, I was in sole possession of the blacktop and happy for it to be that way. Once again I don’t ride at a license threatening pace anymore, but I was working the bike and maybe wicking it up in the corners just because it felt good to apex and throttle wide on the exit. Fun fun.
Things were going great until I saw this roadside gem, a portable saw mill, well semi-portable I suppose, essentially the timber sits or moves on a railway, and a band saw is manoeuvred through it, leaving an almost finished grade of cut. So smooth that one could hand sand it down. I had to stop and ask permission to take some pictures of this for my dad who I know will appreciate it and say “Neato! I wish I had one like that!” or “I’ve used Charlie’s once or twice, and while it is nice, I’d prefer to have a BLANK.”
|Weight is placed on top post cut to prevent the wood from twisting as it dries out.|
There you go dad, I hope you like these as much as I enjoyed taking them for you.
|Cape George Lighthouse, Nova Scotia|
And now the lighthouse. It is so secluded with the offshore fog, I’m alone and the last time I was here was with a crowd of talkative bikers, almost a travelling circus act in comparison to the solitude…
It’s not a lasting impression as the sewage truck climbs the hill to service the site, and a couple of other visitors arrive, and as my reverie has been shattered, I don helmet and set my course for Pictou Nova Scotia.
I still haven’t decided whether it’s going to be the bridge or the ferry… Hmmmm.
|The Versys has turned into a wonderfully sorted touring bike.|
I have to say that this setup is pretty well sorted for touring. With quick release side racks and a canoe bag holding my tent, I can be ready to tour in minutes as opposed to hours, and it’s still a joy to ride through the twisties unlike my Bandit 600s which I had to wrestle in the transitions from left to right and back again.
|These are pretty easy to get round.|
Right, you have all seen the farm equipment right? They don’t post much of a threat if you are alert, it’s the ones behind that will get you. One person pulls out to pass becomes two, three even and suddenly you are playing chicken with two tonnes of metal hurtling you in your lane. Slow down, pull to the right side of your lane and look beyond for cagers itching to pass. Be especially wary on hills. YOLO
I had to stop. The dairy farm makes their own cheddar cheese, and no, it does not come out orange!
There is a little sign saying to pick what you want out of the fridge, and leave the money in the jar on the table. I love the East Coast and it’s refreshing honesty and sense of honour. It’s why I like to call it home these days. That, and THEY MAKE FRESH CHEESE!!! You know you can trust a guy who goes to your church and makes your cheese. If he feeds you bad cheese and kills your whole family, you light the torches, get some rope and some like minded friends…
There used to be “The Cheese Lady” on Prince Edward Island who made her own gouda for sale, and her introduction of that lovely cheese to me has changed forever my perception of how a creamy young gouda should taste. It should not taste of plastic or wax for example. 😀 Right, let’s get back to the story at hand…
I had a brief chat with the Cheesemaker, a Scots who had settled from Glasgow to Nova Scotia years ago that his accent was a bit hard to trace. Could have been the UK, might have been South Africa or New Zealand. He told me to have a look in the fridge while he checked the back for some 18 month old cheddar aka “Old cheddar”. Cheddar that has aged as opposed to cheddar that has ripened in the plastic while in the transport truck on it’s way to your local supermarket. I found that the curd I wanted was going to cost me six dollars, so I wouldn’t have enough left for anything else, but when he returned with the sample of old cheddar, he would only take five for it as it had sat there since Friday, and when asked what the rest of my ten dollars (now five) would get, he smiled and handed me a block of the old cheddar and wished me well saying he had to get back inside to add the rennet to the milk.
It was just a wonderfully satisfying experience that made me happy I was on a bike in that place at that moment with some lovely cheese to share when I got home later that day.
|It is a very lovely cheese
|More Constriction! It’s everywhere!|
Now I’m back out on the highway heading in towards Pictou NS when I decide that it’s early enough in the day that I’m going to the Lobster Trap via the ferry. Prince Edward Island is called the lobster trap, as once you climb in you can’t climb back out unless you pay your dues. Bridge and Ferry is free one way, to the Island. You have to pay to get off.
While waiting for the ferry I met the nicest couple from Brampton Onterrible, Paul and Viv. They’d been riding for a while and had just done the Cabot Trail and were on their way to ride PEI for a couple of days, and we talked so much that I didn’t even really appreciate the ferry ride. lol.
|One thing I’ve learned about ferries, bring your own strap if you plan on taking them over and over.|
Anyhow, it was early in the afternoon, and I’d be home by supper, so I offered to take them up to Cape Bear Lighthouse where they could add the “Red cliffs” to their list of “been there, done that” so we set off up the road, only to find that they had finally gotten around to moving the lighthouse and while wonderful, my carefully framed shot of the quintessential lighthouse was no more.
While they visited the museum I got to chat with a local who chaired the committee for the preservation of the lighthouse, and I was able to offer my thanks and appreciation for their efforts, he in turn thanked me for “drumming up business on the ferry” for them. 😀
|Cape Bear PE|
|Cape Bear PE|
|Cape Bear Lighthouse and Marconi Museum|
We headed back into Cornwall where I left them at Cows enjoying a ice cream cone before check-in at their hotel.
Life is pretty good when you meet such wonderful people while on two wheels.
|Welcome back to the Island Ron!|
Ooh! Remember I spoke about farm equipment? I opted not to pass this one until he cleared the brow of the hill and I could see further past him.
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|Advocate Harbour Nova Scotia|
The weather was looking good for the morning, although it was stronger winds than normal, which tend to happen on occasion on the island, so we seized on the chance of a perfect day of riding and set off across the bridge in force with my brother-in-law Captain Kirk in the lead on his BMW F800GS, followed by my nephew Ryan on his KLR, my sister Wendy-Sue on her Bonneville, and our friend Mike on his Bandit 1250, while I followed up on my Versys 650.
|Borden-Carleton to Advocate Harbour NS|
|Wendy-Sue crossing into Nova Scotia|