Today we start our ride and the first segment is the "Cabot Trail," which goes around the perimeter of the Island. The route is about 200 miles in total, but we'll take four days or so. It is hilly since it traces the perimeter of the island, with all the headlands creating lots of ups and downs. Everyone says that this is a fantastic ride and we're looking forward to getting the wheels rolling. We've changed our route about 3 times since we arrived, but here's what we decided on:
That will workl
It will be an eye-opener to ride the bike once again fully loaded with panniers front and rear, trunks on each end, and all the tonnage that goes with it. It always is. But what an absolute joy to get the wheels rolling again on a tour!
We woke up to a glorious morning, by Nova Scotia standards at least: sunshine, no rain, little wind, and fairly warm on the day (about 14 degrees). That'll do. We know that it will not last, but we're happy to take it for today.
| From our place in Whycocomagh, early morning |
Lorie really wanted to go to Inverness, and particularly, to a beach where they reportedly have great agates and pebbles. So we rerouted to head that way. It was a wonderful morning, even if there wasn't a flat bit of road the entire way.
| This hill is really steep! |
Inverness is on the west coast of Cape Breton Island and used to be a big coal mining center. No longer, but it has a lot of history. And the beach! Lorie wanted to get an agate or two for Jane.
| The beach at Inverness |
| Earl, my new buddy |
While Lorie scoured the beach, I stayed back with the bike (though we could leave it for a week, I'm sure, and nobody would touch it). But my stay was rewarded when I met Earl. What a guy! He just wanted to talk and I was more than happy to listen. He's 96 years old and was born in Inverness and has lived here his entire life. I heard about most of it. The photo shows him and his wife, on a photo on a pillow, who he lost a few years ago. Just a sweet old guy who is probably lonely as could be. I enjoyed hearing his stories.
| Jane's pebbles |
| These are the pebbles that Lorie decided to keep. |
About half way to where we wanted to stop in lieu of The Coal Minor, Lorie realized that she'd left her pebbles on top of the post back at the beach. Sorry Jane. No pebbles. (But I was secretly glad since we have so many hills to climb and I wasn't keen on carrying pebbles...)
| Moule. The frites came later. |
| Root 19, and the bike |
We lingered a bit. Maybe too long as we had a long way to go. But the road was nice and the weather superb. On we went.
| The flattest it got today! |
We were headed for Margaree Harbour and were glad to have made it, as we were knackered. Margaree is a beautiful area with a charming little harbour with lots of lobster boats (the season just opened), but super quiet.
| Entrance to Margaree Harbour |
| The view from the Red Tiny House |
| Our house for the night. |
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