“Bicycling” requires flexibility.
We got chatting to Judy, while shivering in our Lycra, on the boat tour of Western Brook Pond. She and her husband, Claude, are on a 40+ day trip in an RV caravan across Atlantic Canada.
Vic and I had to catch the fifteen-seat bus from L’Anse aux Meadows on Thursday as it only runs certain days. It was a 11 hour ride down to the ferry terminal where we pitched our tent in the glow of the parking lot lights. Our plan was to spend the last day, biking out and back on the southern shore of Newfoundland. As we were finishing breakfast, in rolled 21 rigs in a convoy, and so we got to say hi to Judy again and meet their dog. They were on the way to Louisbourg, Nova Scotia and invited us to throw our bikes on their towed jeep and join them. I really wanted to see Louisbourg; Vic really wanted to get another day of biking. We hemmed and then hawed. And then we changed our reservation and took a ride with the big boys.
I felt sad to watch Newfoundland recede into a hazy blue as we sailed away.
The recreation of Louisbourg was cool, the weather in Nova Scotia is hot, we’ve got a glimpse of how the “full-timers” live, and now we’re sitting at the hotel where Vic is taking apart his bike for his flight back to Boston.
Leaving Newfoundland and back to Nova Scotia