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.