Nova Scotia

 On the Ferry on the way to Caribou, Nova Scotia.

 So... we picked up some pretty rediculous raingear for me (we would have brought some, but didn't plan on so much rain--not usual for this season and area).  It's kept me warm and dry ever since.  This was a camp spot we chose not far from the ferry terminal.  That night was our first real experience with black flies.  Not too fun.  Woke up to a rainy day.  We split up with Brad and Mary this day and were apart for the next week (we headed on up to Cape Breton to do the Cabot trail and they spent some time resting Brad's injured knee).

 Major cormorant rookery right off the main highway

 Start of Cape Breton--a lady gardening tipped us off about this old rainroad line maintained now as a hiking/biking trail.  We took it right along the coast this beautiful evening about 15 miles.  It was carved out to be super flat so we were able to avoid the hills of the road.

 I want my milk to come from here.  Darigold label farms.

 The weather was really nice for us a few days this week!  Rode up atop this hill/cliff and took a nice little nap in the sun. 

 Neat old churches.  It would be interesting to learn more about each one.

 We found this amazing campsite so easily at the end of a wonderful day.  Just slipped in to this abandoned campground right as we were about to start looking for a place to spend the night.

 A beautiful sight at the end of a long day's ride.

 Near the start of the world famous Cabot Trail.  Check out those HILLSSS!!!!!!!  We climbed two mountains about 1,400 feet each that day-- 17% grade in some spots!!!  Keith said it was the hilliest day he has ever had so far--now we do not fear hills.  We felt pretty tough.  On the ride down the backsides of these mountains (we got up to 51 mph at one point--around sharp bends, with cars coming) I nearly wet my pants.  The adrenaline was rushing through me.  Had to lay on the ground and just was so glad to be alive.  I trusted Keith though--good things or else I would have walked down the mountain.  (Note the Moose in the bottom corner).

 Beauty on Nova Scotia's Cabot Trail.

 Our ending place for the night--Black Brook.  We came at a suggestion of a very kind old lady we met Mariam Organ--who has lived in village Neils Harbor all her life, whose father and brothers, husband and sons are all fisherman.

 The "Rizelle" stick I found... demonstrating witch spells.

 Set the tent up in the three sided shelter she told us about.  It was pecfet that we were there--apparent during the wind, rain, massive thundering lightning storm that night.

 Misty morning.

 Shortest ferry ride ever.. no more than 100 feet.  Saved us 10 miles of biking that day.

Stopping in at the "Bus Cafe" for some fries.

Prince Edward Island

"Keith of Green Gables"

 This is Dale Marchbank.  He became a very dear friend of our during the three days we waited out a storm in his barn.  He is a master oyster and quahog clam fisherman.  He is opening some of the world-famous Malpeque Bay oysters he fishes for us to try.

 Raw.  Just suck em in.

 Keith learned that opening the oysters is much harder than Dale makes it look.

 Our gear getting dry by the warmth of the stove Dale lit for us in the Barn.

 He builds all of his oyster boats himself (one of MANY).  He built the trailer it's on too.

This harbor in P.E.I. was surrounded by barns of all shapes and sizes and ages... it was a neat sight. Not sure if they were built for this purpose of brought here from the countyside... good storage space.

Fishing buddies enjoying a serene afternoon on "The Lake of Shining Waters" (as Author of A. of G. G. calls it)

 Here we picked up 6 lbs. of fresh muscles and quahog clams for $8.26 total.  Keith was so excited.

 We had quite the feast that night... This is only one of three batches.

 Tiny little snail.

 Camped down by a red silt beach at Tea Hill.  Beautiful evening.

 Getting ready for dinner.

 Beautiful morning.

 We cruised by feilds and feilds FULL of dandelions-- more than I have ever seen.  We had to stop and take a picture, though this field had fewer than many of the others.

 Mary cruising on this little path for an awesome photo op.

Funnest set of hills ever!!!!  This was great : )  Just before we came to the ferry at Wood Island to take us on to Nova Scotia.

NEW BRUNSWICK

 First campin' spot on the mainland of Canada!  It served us well.

 We were in the Fundy Bay area for what seemed like forever! That's a big bay! Figured we better take at least one picture to prove it.

 We loved the name of this town. We couldn't get over how awesome this word is.

 This is Kung Oo, South Korean bicycle tourist.  Quite funny-- we had stopped on this bridge going through Saint John (a big city) because we saw signs and things highlighting this sight, "Reversing Falls."  The phenomenon was neat, we were watching it on one side, just about to go to the other side, we looked over and here was this biker taking a picture of us, so Keith raised the camera and took a picture of him. We walked across and talked to him.  Pretty cool, he is touring by himself, about 80 miles a day, started in San Francisco, CA and biked all the way here to the East Coast, and is turning around a biking back across to Vancouver!!!  We were humbled! Hahaha  He is doing almost the same route we are up the Maritime Provinces so we may run into each other again!

 Campsite on a grassy patch out of sight of the road, between a flooded lake and some train tracks.  Pretty tired after a 55 mile day... this was our first uninterupted day of biking, bodies getting used to it gradually..
 Crossing beneath an old covered bridge in the countryside. This is Mary and B-rad.

 Farms everywhere in this part of New Brunswick. Beautiful ones. GREEN grass everywhere you look!!

 Though hard to capture, this little "village" we passed was so picturesque.  It looked as though nothing had changed since the 50s and much was older than that.  What a nice peaceful place to live.

 I had to put this picture on here.  I love it so.  I can't remember what Keith was doing exactly, but he just looks so happy : )

 Weeee. 

If you look Really hard, you can see the bridge from NB to Prince Edward Island--the longest of its type in the world.  It was a pretty amazing sight and quite a releif to see after this 77-mile day push to get there.