Distance: 71.8 km
Time: 2:53
Elevation: 666 (OMG!)
Weather: Sunny with a bit of overcast later on
Bathroom: 7
Flats: 0
What goes up, must come down! Of course I'm referring to us.
After scaling the North side of Blue Mountain yesterday, we were able to cruise down the other side toward Nova Scotia's South Coast.
We still worked up a sweat with some climbing here and there, and were rewarded each time with casual coasting.
Dustin, being a coffee addict, made Heidi stop at the first decent looking cafe (called Vittles) about 30km in for a fresh mug. Dave and Nancy rolled up and inspected the joint, but opted for C Squared bakery down the road where Dave worked his way through a piece of carrot cake roughly the size of his head.
The top of Blue Mountain was covered in various Christmas tree farms, and (maybe not so) coincidentally, the town of New Ross holds a Christmas Festival each year, and has a rather large store dedicated specifically to "tree farming supplies". Seems they've found their niche.
Once at the bottom of the hill, around the Chester area, there were a few possible routes to take. Nancy & Dave opted for the Chester Connection Trail which made for a good ride, with only a couple sketchy spots and mud puddles. They said it wasn't labeled as well as it could be, and they ended up on a bridge about 40 feet above the road they were supposed to turn off on.
Heidi & Dustin took Highway 3 along the coast where Heidi kept exclaiming she loves looking out at all the islands. Probably because it looks like home. They called Greg and met up with him on Oak Island which still, apparently, has a buried pirate treasure which no one has been able to successfully reach for 200 years or so because of the tides constantly flooding the tunnel. They think it was buried by Captain Kidd or Blackbeard. This is true – look it up.
Sounds to me like their diggers are lazy bums. Give me a snorkel and a shovel & I'll have that gold out in a fortnight.
After Oak Island, the Bromley clan stopped at Island View Restaurant in Western Shore for a seafood lunch, and split an obnoxiously sized brownie sundae for desert.
Stuffed full of sugar and seafood, they struggled through the last 8km to camp where they met up with Dave and Nancy.
Everyone had a relaxing afternoon before enjoying the fresh haddock & corn Nancy & Dave had picked up at a local market.
Day off tomorrow. Looking forward to taking that photo at Peggy's Cove and exploring Lunenburg.
As a bonus, here's a behind the scenes of the wild world of blogging. Oooooh! Aaaah!
Thanks for reading! Leave us a comment, won't ya?
Dustin
Time: 2:53
Elevation: 666 (OMG!)
Weather: Sunny with a bit of overcast later on
Bathroom: 7
Flats: 0
What goes up, must come down! Of course I'm referring to us.
After scaling the North side of Blue Mountain yesterday, we were able to cruise down the other side toward Nova Scotia's South Coast.
We still worked up a sweat with some climbing here and there, and were rewarded each time with casual coasting.
Dustin, being a coffee addict, made Heidi stop at the first decent looking cafe (called Vittles) about 30km in for a fresh mug. Dave and Nancy rolled up and inspected the joint, but opted for C Squared bakery down the road where Dave worked his way through a piece of carrot cake roughly the size of his head.
Once at the bottom of the hill, around the Chester area, there were a few possible routes to take. Nancy & Dave opted for the Chester Connection Trail which made for a good ride, with only a couple sketchy spots and mud puddles. They said it wasn't labeled as well as it could be, and they ended up on a bridge about 40 feet above the road they were supposed to turn off on.
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| These shots are from a few days ago, but I forgot to post them then! |
Heidi & Dustin took Highway 3 along the coast where Heidi kept exclaiming she loves looking out at all the islands. Probably because it looks like home. They called Greg and met up with him on Oak Island which still, apparently, has a buried pirate treasure which no one has been able to successfully reach for 200 years or so because of the tides constantly flooding the tunnel. They think it was buried by Captain Kidd or Blackbeard. This is true – look it up.
Sounds to me like their diggers are lazy bums. Give me a snorkel and a shovel & I'll have that gold out in a fortnight.
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| In either a stroke of brilliance or lack of creativity, they called the treasure shaft "The Money Pit". |
Stuffed full of sugar and seafood, they struggled through the last 8km to camp where they met up with Dave and Nancy.
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| Before |
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| After |
Day off tomorrow. Looking forward to taking that photo at Peggy's Cove and exploring Lunenburg.
As a bonus, here's a behind the scenes of the wild world of blogging. Oooooh! Aaaah!
Thanks for reading! Leave us a comment, won't ya?
Dustin
3 comments:
So much fun to read of your adventures everyday. You are all amazing! Blog writers, trailer haulers, cooks and bottle washers, and riders.....extreme peddling.
Oh. So it's not just Dave making poor fuel choices. Doesn't look like his wheels are buckling so I guess its all being burned off. No harm no foul. It all looks and sounds amazing. What a trip!
Glad you escaped the ghosts of Oak Island. It will be significantly less haunted from here on out!
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