…the challenge of Hopewell’s Tidal Bore tournament in the Bay of Fundy looked more intense. According to the article, five men have perished trying to beat the world’s largest tides for a bit of bass and shad. Of course, I’ve never been fishing for shark in a kayak, but I have been to the Bay of Fundy.
Feeling wistful and a bit sad that I’m off the road. Now what? Only winter lies ahead.
Clifford Shand, bicycle racer rocked Nova Scotia’s cycling clubs with his pneumatic safety bike.
For the past several days, I’ve been following the rural route along the Minas Basin, home of the world’s largest tides, and have seen the tides come in and out, and in and out and in again.
By midnight, I had to leave the sweltering room for a bit of air. It only took one crack fiddler and the accompanying piano player to get the floor crowded with dancers.
Perhaps it was after Newfoundland, but it did not seem that difficult. So what it was raining, drizzling…that there were headwinds and the three Category 6 climbs on my loaded bike? I could do it again, backwards, riding a unicycle, standing on my head!
We spend a day with the RV full-timers at Louisburg, Nova Scotia.
This is a picture of me with the world’s largest “illuminated” fiddle. The designation seems to imply that there is an even bigger violin out there, sitting in the dark. Where is it?
Changing the world, one person at a time, out on the fringe of Nova’s Scotia’s coast.
As I am getting older, I’m finding myself more drawn to these odd character-acting charades and reenactments. Biking out of Halifax, you pass one that recreates a 1940’s town and another a town in 1850. Throw in a recreated gold mining district and a trip into an actual coal mine, and who needs reality TV?
There are no penguins in Newfoundland and it is a long way from Boston. Time to get on the bike!
