No need to wait for the alarm clock to ring
this morning; the sound of wind and rain was enough to wake us up. Archimedes and Deya were early risers and
were set on continuing despite the wet weather.
Amanda and I on the other hand were in no hurry to ride in the rain and
decided to sleep in for an extra hour or two.
We wished them both a safe journey.
The rain died down to a drizzle and we
decided to seize the opportunity to break camp and not get too wet. Packing the tent in gusty winds brought back
good memories of ol’ Groundhog Hill back when we were holed up on the Blue
Ridge Parkway. Packing the tent today
proved to be a bit challenging, but was nothing compared to what went down on
Groundhog Hill. I think it’ll take a
tornado to top the windy conditions we experienced.
Today we ride due west and our game plan
for the next couple of days is to visit a family friend of Amanda’s in
Hopewell. Wayne & Yvonne are
originally from Strathroy, Ontario and had moved out east for work.
We stopped in a town called Antigonish and
picked up supper at the Canadian Superstore.
It started to rain again and we decided to wait it out. We kept ourselves occupied by perusing the
magazine section and keeping up with current events. By the time the rain had stopped, the sun had
already gone down and we decided to stealth camp out back. This picture was taken the next morning;
ironically enough we camped next to Wal-Mart.
The next day we spent the majority of our
time exploring the small towns of New Glasgow and Stellarton. We stopped at the library to keep in contact
with family and friends and updated the ride report. Here we are at another Canadian Superstore
treating ourselves to a deluxe pizza.
Doing my daily brain exercises on Amanda’s
cell phone by playing the game Brain Genius.
We got a hold of Yvonne and found out that
she works weekends so we decided to camp an extra day on the outskirts of
Hopewell. We managed to find a public
baseball field that can only be accessible by walking in. We were able to squeeze our bikes through the
gate.
We met a couple taking an evening stroll
and they pointed out an old bridge nearby worth checking out. Doesn’t look that old to me…
…oh wait, there’s more than one. The Hopewell Footbridge is one of the last
surviving footbridges in North America built in the 1800s.
This picture was taken by hanging the
camera on a wire. It produced a pretty
cool effect.
Hooray!
We crossed the bridge and it didn’t collapse on us!
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| 244 km
Another
wet start.
Fond
memories of high winds.
No
trolls under here.
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