This morning we were plagued with wet weather once again. I think we got rained on more times in the last couple of days than any other time I can remember. Thanks to the picnic shelter, we at least get to start off dry and not have to pack a wet tent. We decided to take up PavementPounder’s invitation and ride towards New Brunswick; the last province to visit before Amanda and her bike will have ridden through all of Canada with the exception of Nunavut.
The crummy weather has tainted our Confederation Bridge experience. I remember going on an east coast road trip with my family when I was a little kid and saw the first stages of construction.
If you recall, we met PavementPounder and his family on the Trans-Labrador Highway. They live near a town called Shediac.
Lobster capital of the world
I wouldn’t have guessed it, but PavementPounder is a fantastic chef. The potato pasta you see here is made from scratch. We were stuffed to the gills.
Things started to get out of hand when PavementPounder’s wife came home from work. The party drinks started flowing and we all know what happens when you feed Amanda the combination of energy drinks and alcohol after midnight; insert Gremlins theme song now.
You go girl! Burn off some of that extra energy. That is a gigantic bolt by the way.
It’s bedtime now Amanda; you need to turn it down a notch.
I’ve had it with rain!
Never feed after midnight!
Gourmet chef at work.