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Its my turn to write again. Only because I have learned some more stuff.
Since the last time I wrote the blog I have learned that there are some very friendly people in our great country. Because I have a hard enough time with speaking english, I have never taken the time to work on my french. Because of this I found myself apologising to our french hosts for my lack of communication skills only to have them apologise for their rough english. Not once was there any attitude coming back at me. When I discovered that the signage and traffic lights are totally inadequate in Quebec, no one seemed to disagree with me. Other drivers stopped when I chose not to. When I pointed out that the one way signs were not large enough, other drivers just went around with out a single complaint.
I have also learned that the more we ride the more I am able to ride. "Iron Butt Ian" yeah!
After setting a mileage record yesterday when travelling Quebec City to Fredericton we set another one today traveling to Sydney N.S.
We woke to a pleasant morning, cool with sunny skies. On
the road by around nine.
As we rode through New Brunswick, I was wondering what everyone does here and what New Brunswick is known for. There are thousands of trees, small trees, small skinny trees. This becomes very obvious when passing a logging truck with what looks like hundreds of 5 inch logs. I guess they have a logging industry. Its almost as funny as thinking of Saskatchewan's mining industry. (you get it , big mountains mining sort of thing.) We also passed many dairy farms as well as cultivated fields. Then we saw the many signs for potato chip factories. It didn't take me long to put 2 and 2 together. Cultivated fields and potato chip factories........They invented Mr.Potato Head.
The scenery along the trans Canada at this point was very enjoyable. I had commented to Helli about all the rivers we would cross along the way. These were not just small creeks, they were large gently flowing rivers. Along the side of the road at times there were some small creeks that looked so perfect that they appeared to be man made. The lush forests were like a quilt that we were able to look over at times from some of the higher passes. For me it looked like a quilt of many colours, but Helli pointed out that it was just "50 shades of green". (I know some of you got that). You see, being colour blind allows me to see even more sometimes. (I feel sorry for the rest of you sometimes).
As the day wore on we approached the area of the Bay of Fundy. The closer we got the more the wind picked up. After passing through Moncton we arrived at the head of the bay. This is where we had our first incident of the trip. The winds had been gusting to about 30 plus miles per hour. As we passed the tidal flat of the bay the winds suddenly picked up to 60 plus miles per hour. We had to deal with about ten miles of chaos. Helli was passing a vehicle when a gust hit and pushed her to the far side of the highway. As this happened I was behind a large RV that had some damage from the wind. Long story made short, Helli and I became separated for the first time and it all happened when I was not sure if she was OK. We had a plan and did get back together within 15 minutes but it was an uncomfortable 15 minutes.
From here it was on to Nova Scotia. Is it just me or does anyone else think it a little strange to name your province after a chain of banks.
It wasn't long after entering N.S. that we had our first glimpse of ocean. Yeah. Again do you think we may still feel like boaters? The landscape was noticeably more rocky. The highway was still 4 lanes and we were still making great time. We decided to try to make it to North Sydney and the ferry terminal. By doing this we actually saved an entire day of travelling. Nova Scotia is beautiful. It has its own personality and you can actually feel it as you travel further towards the ocean. Small villages with boats in the yards. The wooden clap board houses. Lobster !!!!!! Yes lobster signs everywhere. The hills became a little steeper, the rock cliffs a little rougher. Seeing actual lobster boats at anchor, looking like a postcard. Because we are returning on this same road on the way home we took note of several camp sites and side trips we would like to enjoy.
We arrived at the Tim's in North Sydney about 6.30. Found a wonderful b&b online called Heritage House on the Hill, on the ocean. Once we checked in a delightful hostess named Wanna told us we must have dinner at a restaurant across the street. It was such an incredible experience that Helli can't wait to tell you about it. So over to you Helli. See Sydney Blog Special next up.
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