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Published: June 18th 2009
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Day 17, Wed.
The sun was shining and the forecast was good so I rode into Moncton and through the downtown core. Plenty of pubs for later. I headed to magnetic hill to see what all the fuss was about. Cars pay $5 but motorcycles are free. Good thing too. Once I saw it I laughed the whole time I was riding and rolling the 200 foot length. What an anti-climactic waste. They have built a water park, zoo, train ride, shops, etc. around a tiny strip of road. I could'nt believe it.
I gassed up and headed South past the camp and on to where I spotted another covered bridge. I was going to carry on to Alma and Fundy National Park but decided to save that trip for tomorrow since it is supposed to be in the upper 20's again.
I noticed a Suzuki sport bike of some sort at the camp so I went back and tracked down it's owner. I asked the young lady where she rides for fun. "I dunno. Just around". I decided to soak up a bit of sun and do some laundry. I walked down to the water while I was waiting for
the dryer. The tide was coming in and it is noticeable. Small waves reaching the shore never curl and roll under on their was back out because the water is rising fast enough that the next wave pushes further.
Earlier in the day, when I got back from my ride I asked one of the girls at the camp (not the one with the bike) if she was familiar with the pubs on Main Street. I was looking for some live music. She admitted she was more familiar with the bars of Truro where she went to school but offered to call around for me. "If it's not too much trouble" I said. "I'm folding maps" was her reply.
By 8:30 the clouds containing the possible late afternoon showers has all but passed so I grabbed an extra sweatshirt for the ride home and headed into Moncton. At the Pump House Brewery I had a half pound buffalo burger and a plate of what I'll call the top five french fries of all time. Too much to finish but delicious.
After settling up I went up the street to The Great Canadian Pub where there was a guy doing a
one man acoustic set as promised. An interesting place this pub. Picnic tables everywhere but they did have padded seats. Something Dicks Last Resort could learn from. Anyway, I digress. I've never seen so many pitchers of beer being sold anywhere. If there was liquor I did'nt notice it. There certainly was not the usual display behind the bar. Just two fridges for bottles and seven or eight draught taps that never stopped.
I had my obligatory overpriced Pepsi, listened to a set and a half of the guy on stage and took the cold ride home.
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