For me, it is hard enough to say Truro but my greatest fear would be having an accident, contacting Megumi to let her know what deserted road I was on and then having her try to relate the town name to the RCMP! I'm sure I would bleed out before they got it translated. I thoroughly enjoyed the library and showed up at the address of Daisy and Bruce. Their house was up a long, long hill. It reminded me of Northern Ontario again. I camped out in the backyard and used their bathroom briefly to clean up. I talked to them for just afew minutes and they were into racing, well Bruce was, and had toured a bit. it was nice to set up with a flashlight and to be able to make noise and not be discovered! I even had a chance to play the ukulele.
In a repeat performance of the night before, it gently started to rain in the early morning hours and I got up reluctantly and packed up my gear. I headed downtown to Tim's and found a sign saying "no loitering". Isn't that the point of Tim's. They limited people to 20 minute stays there. I watched the locals and thankfully, everyone ignored the rule and sat and read and talked to their delight. The lady at the counter greeted everyone and had a 3 or 4 minute conversation with each person. There is definitely a regular crowd at Tims! I dropped a breif note off at teh Hub Cycle for Bruce and Daisy and headed out into the mist.
It cleared up quite quickly and soon I was enjoying sunny skies. I also noticed the wind picked up considerably! It was gusting and if it hadn't been the last day, I might have been frustrated. Nice country driving but nothing too notable. Stewiacke made a mastadoon its symbol since they had found one while mining for Gypsum. Those poor Gypsies! I also found out it was 1/2 to the equator and 1/2 way to the Northpole. Perhaps, potential trips in the making? I pushed on and stopped at convience stores along the way. I was taking the #2 Hwy which was a little longer but much nicer for scenery with a big lake and traffic. I almost ran into a problem at the junction of 376 and Hwy 2. The bridge was under construction and I asked the guy if I could somehow get my bike across. He pointed and showed me the footpath which was just wide enough to get me and my bike through. I pushed on and watched smaller municipalities referring to themselves as Halifax. The thought that I was getting closer made me nervous and I pushed a little harder. I started to encounter some growing traffic and decided on the MacDonald Bridge to get to the Pleasant Point park which seemed like a good place to finish the trip. I made it under the bridge like the Chilli Peppers song but unless I was prepared to scale the 20 metres with my bike and gear, I was out of luck. I asked a lady and she directed me up the street to the ramp for the pedestrians. Now, at ground level, the wind was bad enough but up top, it was ridiculous. I had to lean over to prevent myself from being bown into the side of the bridge! I would have taken pcitures too but they have the bars all over the place to prevent people from checking out early. Not a very nice picture. I entered Halifax proper.
In a repeat performance of the night before, it gently started to rain in the early morning hours and I got up reluctantly and packed up my gear. I headed downtown to Tim's and found a sign saying "no loitering". Isn't that the point of Tim's. They limited people to 20 minute stays there. I watched the locals and thankfully, everyone ignored the rule and sat and read and talked to their delight. The lady at the counter greeted everyone and had a 3 or 4 minute conversation with each person. There is definitely a regular crowd at Tims! I dropped a breif note off at teh Hub Cycle for Bruce and Daisy and headed out into the mist.
It cleared up quite quickly and soon I was enjoying sunny skies. I also noticed the wind picked up considerably! It was gusting and if it hadn't been the last day, I might have been frustrated. Nice country driving but nothing too notable. Stewiacke made a mastadoon its symbol since they had found one while mining for Gypsum. Those poor Gypsies! I also found out it was 1/2 to the equator and 1/2 way to the Northpole. Perhaps, potential trips in the making? I pushed on and stopped at convience stores along the way. I was taking the #2 Hwy which was a little longer but much nicer for scenery with a big lake and traffic. I almost ran into a problem at the junction of 376 and Hwy 2. The bridge was under construction and I asked the guy if I could somehow get my bike across. He pointed and showed me the footpath which was just wide enough to get me and my bike through. I pushed on and watched smaller municipalities referring to themselves as Halifax. The thought that I was getting closer made me nervous and I pushed a little harder. I started to encounter some growing traffic and decided on the MacDonald Bridge to get to the Pleasant Point park which seemed like a good place to finish the trip. I made it under the bridge like the Chilli Peppers song but unless I was prepared to scale the 20 metres with my bike and gear, I was out of luck. I asked a lady and she directed me up the street to the ramp for the pedestrians. Now, at ground level, the wind was bad enough but up top, it was ridiculous. I had to lean over to prevent myself from being bown into the side of the bridge! I would have taken pcitures too but they have the bars all over the place to prevent people from checking out early. Not a very nice picture. I entered Halifax proper.