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September 06, 2010
Quebec City to Newfoundland
Quebec City is fantastic and worth going, I’d take it over Montreal any day, for a vacation spot anyways. We enjoyed the comforts of a place right in the heart of the city and were able to walk around to all the important stuff, which is not typical of us since riding leaves us limited to boots, flip flops and budget constraints. Thanks to the Brittains for hooking us up, you guys rock and we made the most of it.
As we exited Quebec and entered the Province of New Brunswick the fist two things you can notice is the fine lawns, front yards and the flowers atop the tombstones. The next thing you notice are the colours and star of the Acadians. This is a friendly and proud group of people out here. The landscape also seemed to improve immensely and the riding improved likewise.
The next day we headed towards the coast and landed near some crown land on the beach at Pointe-Sapin. This is where Deya wiped out and as luck would have it I caught it all on film! Of course her version was vastly different than the actual footage until we viewed it, now we just don’t discuss it. haha.
Just before we had a chance to set up the N.B. welcome party arrived, it was a whirlwind of friendly drunk guys feeding us beer. As quickly as they spun in they left, it was a good time and reassuring that we had made it to the Maritimes. It was actually a pretty good experience and set the tone for our time here.
On our way out we changed a few of our routing plans, nothing major but it put us into the Meacher's camp on P.E.I. To get there we had to traverse the Confederation Bridge, this thing is a real piece of work and worth googling if you’re an engineering geek and our buddy, whose folks we were visiting, had a hand in its construction.
We would be intruding into an upcoming event (Happy 50th Anniversary you two!) so we had to get in and get out quickly. The first night was one of the best sleeps I’ve had in a while and their camp was really nice, of course Murphy was there but we didn’t realize it at the time. The next morning when we were just about to have a dramatic departure Deya’s bike wouldn’t start. The battery seemed to be at about 9 volts. Not sure how exactly but there it was, so after some trouble shooting with the multimeter we put it to the jumpstart. That worked and we now were able to have an anticlimactic departure.
En route we stopped at the seaside town of Victoria, it’s a lovely little place. We had taken a break and were approached by ‘Bill’ who was a real character. Bill had just finished shooting a film called ‘Dancing with Dad’ (look for it at the film festivals next year) and we had a generally good conversation. It was a fun and rewarding conversation, the way I think most should be. Bill showed up, talked an interesting talk, then left asking for nothing but leaving a nice gift of gab.
We had a nice walk around Charlottetown; it’s a little town in good shape and is nice to hang out in. We did the typical things, chilled by the water, conversed by the Starbucks and watched a heroin deal go down on our walk home.
We were sorting out stuff when the report of Hurricane Earl appeared. It sounded bad and caused us a real dilemma. Do we stay or do we go? What the heck does Earl do to the Maritimes and Newfoundland? Will we be able to make it to the Island from P.E.I in time. Is it worth going? We can’t keep mooching off the Meachers. In the end we stayed another night, headed out and caught the ferry to Nova Scotia, from there it was a long day to North Sydney.