So how did your day start you ask? Perhaps with witty comments from the youngest son?
What do you call old folks wandering toward home?
Meanderthals.
So said youngest son. He went on the elaborate:
Slow elderly people use walking sticks, we should get ourselves Hurry Canes.
Funny funny boy.
We took our meandering selves from Grand Pre to Yarmouth tonight. Staying with back roads, we stopped at a couple of delightful lighthouses along the way. The first was at a small harbor town called Margaretsville, the second was at the larger port at Digby. The ferry to St. John’s, New Brunswick sets out from there. We took that ferry on our last visit in 2013.
For the most part it was a relaxing ride of 215 miles. The only exception was when Google sent us down a 10km road that started as packed dirt and graduated into deep stone gravel. The packed earth is no problem, but we have the wrong bike for heavy gravel. We had to choose discretion over pride and turned around to find another way. Which we did.
Returning to Yarmouth meant we could dine again at Rudders which we enjoyed so much when we arrived three weeks ago. Still very good.
Tomorrow we’re up early to catch the ferry to Bar Harbor. Brief comments tonight, I know. But it’s off to bed soon.
A note: we are curtailing our trip by a few days because of anticipated weather. While we normally don’t mind the rain when riding, the forecast is for extensive heavy rain for nearly all of New England in the days ahead. So we will be heading fairly directly home and expect to arrive Saturday late. No complaints because this has been an awesome trip. In fact, we celebrate the month we’ve had to explore and experience.
Tomorrow is another day. Have a good night!
Wandering Retirees 