|06-17-2015, 06:53 PM||#1|
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Joined: Oct 2008
A Cuban and German invade Nova Scotia and New England
Towards the end of each winter, I get “motorcycle road trip fever” and begin to ponder my annual spring/early summer motorcycle getaway. The past few years included trips along the Blue Ridge Parkway, the Barber museum, southern California, Mojave, a loop around Virginia and West Virginia and a trip down the coasts of Virginia and NC. I was limited to only 7 to 9 days as I had already made plans to take the family on two vacations this summer. This ruled out my grand plans of a two week trip to see the Rockies, so I decided to head north! Off to Nova Scotia I decided! I checked with my German buddy "Hans" to see if he was available and he was already packed and ready to go!
Hans surprised me by already being packed and ready to go in the garage!
Thursday, June 4th: We left work a little early to try to beat rush hour traffic out of town; it was the first, of several, tests of our rain gear!
Our plans were to advance as far as possible to give us as much leisure time as possible getting to the ferry in Portland, Maine on Friday. Between the D.C. beltway gridlock and the endless rain, we only made it halfway up Pennsylvania and called it quits. We didn’t want to waste time setting up and tearing down camp, and we wanted hot showers, a good night sleep in a real bed and a hot breakfast so Hans and I wimped out and pulled into a Holiday Inn Express!
Relaxing at the Holiday Inn Express!
Friday, June 5th: After a great nights sleep, we were off bright and early. Our only goals were to make it to the ferry by 5:00 PM, avoid I-95, its tolls, its madness and crazy drivers and to find a meal that included lobster. We rode up to Albany, NY and cut across VT and NH via highway 9 which included some nice scenery, passing through some small towns and relaxed traffic. No moose.
We made it to the ferry on time and parked the bikes at the terminal before walking down to the touristy, wharf area where a bunch of bars and restaurants are located. Based on the recommendations from the old security guard at the terminal, we headed over to a place right on the water called “The Porthole” for a cup of clam chowder and my first lobster roll. Paying $18 for a sandwich seemed criminal to me until after I had eaten one. It was absolutely wonderful!
Nova Star Ferry Terminal:
Wharf in Portland:
View from my table:
My first lobster roll:
After dinner we headed back to the terminal and lined up inside the secure fenced in area to wait for the ferry. I hung around and chatted with the other motorcyclists. I really had no idea what to expect regarding the ferry, but when I saw it pull into the harbor, it was significantly bigger than I expected. It was really a small cruise ship that can carry bikes, cars and even 18 wheelers! Driving onto the ferry and strapping the bikes down was easy as there were a workers waiting on board to assist us with the straps they supplied. Each bike was tied down at four points. They were tied down really well and weren’t going anywhere. Hans was frustrated as all of the straps were way too big for his bike! The fare for me and the bike was $199, a good deal in my eyes as I avoided 12 hours of interstate droning up Maine and New Brunswick and it allowed me to travel 220 miles while sleeping. Hans hid in my tank bag and rode for free!
My bike getting strapped down:
Big enough for 18 wheelers!
Hans was frustrated as all of the straps were way too big for his bike, he opted to stow away in my tank bag all night.
The ship had a nice dining area, several bars, a casino, and a piano lounge. All drinks were 50% off during the first hour and most everyone stayed outside on one of the decks enjoying a beverage while watching Portland disappear in the distance as we headed east.
I opted to save $100 and sleep in a chair versus reserving a cabin. Apparently I was the only cheap skate on board as everybody else had reserved a cabin. I found myself on the 7th floor in a room with over a hundred empty chairs, an abandoned bar and an empty TV lounge.
My home for the next 12 hours:
It was a little creepy being up there completely alone. I snickered as it reminded me of the scene in the Shining where Jack Nicholson wanders into the bar and has a conversation with Lloyd the Bartender in the Overlook hotel. I was too tired to chat with ghost bartenders so I tossed a towel over my head, went to sleep and teleported to Nova Scotia.
Saturday, June 6th: I woke up and looked out of the window and saw that the rain we had escaped from in Pennsylvania had caught up with us. Nonetheless, we were so excited to hit the road and begin exploring that we didn’t care about a little drizzle. Upon entering the Yarmouth Sound, it was obvious that it was near low tide. Everything except the channel in the harbor was mud, or just a few feet under water. Several boats where moored along the dock and you could see the lower portion of the hulls and the water line by the docks where the water had been several feet higher just a few hours ago.
After a big breakfast, getting off the boat was fast and easy; customs was a 30 second breeze, just a few standard questions about guns, drugs and carrying large sums of cash, I showed the nice customs lady my passport for a quick look and we were quickly on our way.
We headed southeast along route 3 towards Lunenburg. I had my head on a swivel as I was determined to see my first moose in the wild! Just 10 minutes out of Yarmouth I see one! A very small moose across a rainy field! Woo Hoo! I pull off to the side of the road as fast as I can, I quickly pull out my iPhone to snap some photographic evidence of my sighting, and I pull off my gloves and flip up my wet face shield only to discover that it was a plastic buck used for target practice by bow hunters! In a few days I would learn to never confuse the size of a deer with a moose ever again. More on that later!
We arrived in Lunenburg around lunchtime. Lunenburg is a beautiful town that is a UNESCO World Heritage Site as it’s one of the best examples of a planned British colonial settlement. The town is small but filled with many restored homes, churches, a school house and a waterfront full of little shops, restaurants, a museum and a marine aquarium that was full of families.
Above the museum is a restaurant where we had the most amazing lobster pizza while I enjoyed watching some boys learn to sail a small sailboat out in the harbor. I really enjoyed my time here and highly recommend a visit if in the area.
The waterfront is also home to The Bluenose 2, a replica of the famous Canadian fishing and racing schooner that is an icon in Nova Scotia and a source of much Canadian pride. She can be seen on the back of the Canadian dime.
After leaving Lunenburg, we rode over to Peggy’s Cove, which is a small community just southwest of Halifax. It is famous for its lighthouse. If you can imagine an old, fishing village with small, rustic buildings, a tiny harbor, lobster pots and small working boats with small homes dotting the oceanfront, granite, landscape and a classic light house, you will picture Peggy’s Cove. I regret not staying longer to take more pictures of the village. The lighthouse at Peggy’s Cove is a big tourist attraction as there is a beautiful view of the ocean over the giant granite boulders that make up the coastline. Sadly, this area is also known for being the location where a Swissair flight leaving from New York caught fire and crashed in 1998 killing all 229 men, women and children aboard.
That evening we arrived in Halifax, we rode around a bit checking out the town before settling in to a nice hotel. I had already concluded that Nova Scotia is beautiful and her residents obviously love their land. There are Canadian, or Nova Scotian, flags flying in front of most houses or businesses, everything is well kept and there is no litter anywhere, even in downtown Halifax. The people there go out of their way to be nice; while struggling to put on my wet gear after lunch in Lunenburg, a man from another table quickly got up to assist me in getting on my jacket. Taking a map out of my saddlebags to take a quick look almost guaranteed a conversation with a stranger asking if they could help me find my way, where I was from, where I was going or asking about my bike. In several places where I stopped to walk around, people would wave and tell me “Welcome to Nova Scotia.” While checking into the hotel, the lady at the front desk invited me to park my bike right by the front door under the covered area. I never saw any run down areas or sketchy characters walking the streets. Halifax is a very nice, modern, city with 400,000 residents and a cool vibe. There are a ton of young people, families and tourists walking the streets. It is another place, with plenty to see and do, that I would strongly recommend for a two or three day visit.
Before going to bed that night, I inquired at the hotel front desk about ordering some “good, typical Canadian food”. The two ladies behind the counter immediately began to disagree as to what I should order. One recommended that I order a “poutine” while the other recommended a “donair”. The poutine was described to me as “a wonderful plate of French fries with thick beef gravy, cheese curds and feta cheese”; the donair was described as “a flat bread type sandwich filled with delicious, mildly spicy meat, onions, and tomatoes”, and you dip it into a white sweet sauce typically after a night of drinking and partying.” Okay I thought, the donair sounds good! But in order to not offend either lady, I order a small of each recommendation. The Donair was essentially a yummy Giro with a sweet, cold white dipping sauce as described. I would gladly have another donair today, however, I was not a big fan of the poutine, it was okay at best, but it looked like vomit and was probably one of the unhealthiest dishes I have ever eaten in my life. To avoid hurting any feelings, I called the front desk to thank them and let them know how much I enjoyed their recommendations. I promptly took four Tums and went to bed wondering how there were not many more overweight people walking these streets of Halifax with heart disease!
Poutine on left and Donair on right:
Sunday, June 7th: The day I have been waiting for! Onward to Cape Breton, the Cabot Trail and Meat Cove! Sunday morning we awoke to find beautiful blue, sunshine filled skies! I knew that it was going to be a good day. In short order we were headed down highway 7 heading east along the coast. Halifax quickly disappeared and millions of evergreens and a giant windmill in the middle of nowhere filled the landscape. I spotted a bald eagle perched on the edge of its nest that must have measured at least 6’ wide! While cruising along, I passed an odd looking mailbox and house with all sorts of very colorful art attached to them. I turned around to go back and snap a couple of pictures. Out of a small workshop behind the house came the owner, Mr. Colpitts, who offered me a tour or his place and let me know that many of the artwork was for sale. I didn’t buy anything as I was very tight on space and continued east.
The artist, Mr. Colpitts:
A couple of fond memories I have of the area between Sheet Harbor and Antigonish is the beautiful small fields that dotted the landscape that were covered in millions of dandelions forming a sea of yellow and all of the ponds, lakes and rivers with small, very quaint waterfront cottages along their edges with million dollar views.
Once I hit Antigonish, I ended up taking the 104 for a while towards Cape Breton (the major highway that runs east/west). One thing I can say about Canada is that they absolutely love to build nice bridges, overpasses and pave the landscape! Canadian highways are smooth, wide and clean; the drivers are courteous and nobody seems to care how fast you go as cruising 80+ mph seems to be the norm. Much different that I-95 from D.C. to Richmond where everyone is aggressively racing so that they can get one car ahead and there are radar traps every 8 miles!
When I arrived in Cape Breton, around lunch, I stopped in a small gas station to refuel two fuel tanks and empty another. While standing by my bike and looking at a map, this guy on a Harley dresser zooms into the parking lot and pulls up, uncomfortably close, next to my bike. I imagined that he was about to yank my GPS and make a run for it when he hops up out of the saddle and very enthusiastically says, while vigorously shaking my hand, “Hi! I’m Charlie! Where are from, where are you going, how long have you been riding?” His buddy pulled in about 10 seconds later on another Hog and began to repeat all of the same questions to him about me. After knowing these guys for all of 90 seconds they tell me that I should NOT go to Meat Cove because it’s full of a bunch of weird, incestuous, inbreeds and that I am to follow them up to their cabin a few miles away for the night. Now these guys may have been another pair of overly nice, Nova Scotians on Hogs , but I was a little weirded out and politely declined their offer.
(I later did some research and discovered that the Meat Cove area actually is considered the incest capital of Canada!)
Shortly after leaving the gas station, I hit one of the highlights of my trip, the entrance to the Cabot Trail.
The Cabot Trail (the road that loops around the most northeast point) is everything I had hoped for; it is beautiful, twisty, with steep climbs, descents and breathtaking views and whales often visible from the coast feeding just 300 meters off the beach. (Imagine the lower portion of the Blue Ridge Parkway with the ocean to one side!). Halfway around the trail, I followed a 5 mile long paved and dirt road to the Meat Cove campground. While checking in, I didn’t notice any unusually weird behavior from the guy checking me in, but he may have been a little cross eyed. I had hoped to get a bowl of chowder in the small campground restaurant after setting up my tent, but found out that it wasn’t due to open for a couple more weeks.
The first view you get of Meat Cove campground!
Pictures from the campground:
A German staying in an RV next to me must have felt bad for me as they offered to share their dinner. Through the husband’s broken English and thick German accent, he told me that they were on a three week holiday through the eastern part of Canada.
My German dinner in Canada! During our dinner, we spotted and watched whales swimming around in the cove.
I also met a couple from Manchester, England who had recently retired and they were on a RTW trip in their big diesel RV.
I later found out that the German couple currently owned and toured around Europe on their Honda Transalp and that the Brits had a GS and a Harley in their garage back home.
That night, it dropped to 38 degrees and I had to wrap myself in one of those emergency space blankets inside of my sleeping bag; I wore 4 pairs of socks to sleep, a ski cap, 6 shirts and my winter riding gloves! I was toasty all night!
My tent 12' away from a 100' drop!
What you might see if you drink too much or get up to go pee in the night!
Monday, June 8th: Leaving Meat Cove, The Coastal Trail, the Bay of Fundy, Shediac and Calais, Maine: Since the sun was up and very bright at 0445 and the lobster men had been idling their boats around for 30 minutes while checking their pots, I got up, packed my bike and quietly left by 0600 am.
These pictures were taken BEFORE 0500!
That morning I saw that there were still pockets of snow in the higher elevations more inland. Another interesting observation was that Cape Breton had towns where almost everyone spoke French and even Gaelic areas with street signs in both English and Gaelic! The accents of some of the people living there were so strong that I had to really pay close attention when they spoke so that I could understand them!
At the end of the coastal portion of the Cabot Trail in Iverness (going counter clockwise), I found the Celtic Shores Coastal Trail. The Celtic Shores Coastal Trail is 57 mile “multi-use” trail stretching from Port Hastings to Inverness on the west coast of Cape Breton Island. I saw that they allowed ATV’s and snowmobiles so I figured that they wouldn’t mind a GS. The trail hugs the coast along the beach, ponds, and through meadows. I highly recommend taking this route if you have the chance. I saw a few mountain bikers, hikers and people fishing and nobody seemed to care that I was riding it on my bike. I did keep a slow pace as to not draw attention and be a good ambassador as the trail does pass through people’s back yards across their farms.
I saw this and had to take a picture as it's the name of one of my local ADV friends:
After finishing the trail, I jumped back on the interstate for a while as I wanted to jet over to the Bay of Fundy to catch the low tide. The Bay of Fundy is amazing and has to be seen in person to appreciate. The water flowing in and out of the rivers surrounding the bay can flow as fast as the James River in downtown Richmond, which is to say fast, and it switches directions every 6 hours! I stood at Joggin’s Cliffs and saw the tide go down 38 feet to the ocean floor and almost ½ mile out! Joggin’s Fossil Cliffs is another UNESCO world heritage sites. I should have planned to spend several hours here to enjoy the first class education center and learn more about the many types of fossils they routine find there. (I can't believe that I didn't take many pictures here! And I'm getting tired, been working on this RR for three hours!)
Side Note: Before going to Joggin’s Fossil Cliff’s, I made my first trip ever into a Tim Horton’s. I guess it’s the Canadian version of a Dunkin Doughnuts shop. Wow! They have some seriously dangerous treats in those places! Good thing they don’t have these in Virginia!
By now it was late afternoon, Hans and I were getting hungry and I was in the mood for more lobster! I was doing my best to try to consume some type of lobster dish every 24 hours or less to include lobster chowder, lobster rolls, lobster pizza, and whole lobster too. I managed to avoid a gout attack in the middle of my trip by doubling up on my Uloric every other day, LOL. I figured that if I wanted lobster, I would head up to Shediac, New Brunswick, the self-proclaimed “lobster capital of the world”. I arrived in Shediac and Hans and I took the required touristy pictures at their famous 35 foot long lobster statue. However, that statue is pretty much the only thing I saw that they have to make the claim of “lobster capital of the world!” There were fancier restaurants that served lobster and they sold it in the grocery store but I didn’t see a single, walk up, paper plate, lobster pound in sight. I asked some ladies in a gift shop and a couple of employees in a gas station where I could find real lobster pounds and they all looked at me like I had two heads. In frustration, I pointed my German gal west and teleported to the U.S. border crossing 4 hours away across New Brunswick (New Brunswick is boring and flat, nothing to report) and found an old roadside motel to rest for the night in Calais, Maine as I had spent over 15 hours in the saddle that day. Unfortunately, dinner that night was the rest of my bag of trail mix and a water bottle.
Tuesday, June 9th: (Side note: Look at a map and you will see that Maine is huge! Being from Virginia, I never really gave it much thought about how much undeveloped land is in northern Maine, but there are absolutely enormous chunks of private land with private roads across much of northern Maine. Much of this land is dedicated to lumber and potato farms.)
I wandered from Calais down to Acadia national park. It had been since 1994 that I had been there and it looked much the same to me. Acadia national park is well worth a visit and (IMHO) this area should be called “the lobster capital!” There are great lobster pounds are all over the place with paper plates, big aprons to keep the juices and butter off your shirt and “fresh off the boat” $8 to 11 per pound lobster! Before lunch, I rode around the Acadia Auto Road around the park and to the top of Cadillac Mountain. I couldn’t see 100 yards by the time I got to the top and the gale force winds that blew me all over the road should have kept me from going to the top. The wind gusts in the parking lot at the summit were so strong that I was scared to let go of my bike as I envisioned her falling over. After leaving the park, I went to the Trenton Bridge lobster pound by the entrance to Acadia. It had been 28 years since I had eaten there with my best friend Chris during a road trip we took the week after high school graduation. The place literally looked exactly as I had remembered.
Top of Cadillac Mountain:
Don't get too close!
After lunch I headed towards northern NH via route 26. This road is really nice with many scenic views, some nice sweepers, and no traffic! There are thousands of lakes and millions of evergreen trees. It was neat to ride down the road in the middle of nowhere and enjoy the strong smell of Christmas trees inside my helmet!
By now I had grown tired of looking for moose and had given in to the fact they I wouldn’t see any during my trip. Just then, I passed another sign just like the hundreds I had seen in the past few days that read “Moose Crossing”, only this one was a little different, it had “EXTREME WARNING! HIGH NUMBER OF MOOSE STRIKES IN THIS AREA!” in red letters on the sign post as well. A couple of minutes later I came around turn and saw a humongous moose crossing the road! Besides being massive, MUCH larger than the plastic whitetail deer in Yarmouth, NS, it looked oddly uncoordinated and goofy as it crossed the road. I was able to quickly pull over and snap a couple of pictures as it just stood there and watched me from about 20’ in the woods. After a minute, it turned, walked deeper into the woods and disappeared. It’s hard to imagine something so big vanishing like that into the woods so quickly.
Yes, there is a big ass moose in this picture, keep looking!
Not even 15 minutes later, I cane around another turn on 26 and went into full panic, ABS, braking mode to avoid another giant moose in the middle of my lane! I stopped as it jogged across the middle of the road and into the woods. It just kept on going and that was fine by me as I needed a second to regroup! As my friend said, ABS equipped bikes don’t leave a skid but I think I may have! From that moment on, I kept my bike in 4th gear, covering both brakes at 45 mph, with all of my aux lights on full blast until I reached my hotel in Colebrook by the VT border.
This is what my brain keep thinking was over the hill or around the next corner!
As I checked in, the owner laughed at my story and recommended going up route 3 towards the Canadian border, through what is called “Moose Alley”, if I really wanted to see a lot of moose. I told him no thanks and that I would be sure to avoid that road in my lifetime!
Very nice reasonable hotel in Colebrook with a super nice, very bike friendly, owner named Jim Kenny:
Me goofing off in the lobby before leaving in the morning:
Wednesday, June 10th: I headed south out of Colebrook on route 3 and cut across the top of the White Mountains on 110 through Grovetown before heading south on 16 to Mt Washington. Upon my arrival at the Mt Washington Auto Road ticket booth, the guy told me “sorry, no bikes, the wind is blowing at 67 mph up there and visibility is less than 1/16th of a mile”. I thought, it’s a gorgeous, sunny day with no wind, he’s nuts.
What the guard gate looked like when he turned me away (It was gorgeous out!)
He asked me to go ride some more and then to call back in a couple of hours as the weather changes up there hourly.
No problem, I headed west on 302 right up the center of the White Mountains. That highway is a real treat. Nice sweepers, good views and minimal traffic (it was a Wednesday). I became worried before leaving Virginia as several people told me that my trip was too close to Laconia Bike Week and that I would be sharing the road with thousands on Harley mounted pirates. This was not the case and traffic was light all week. On 302 in Bath, NH, I pull over to take some pictures of my bike in front of a covered bridge.
It was close to lunch to I headed into the general store just in front of the bridge. As it turns out, this store was the oldest general store in the nation. Stepping inside the store felt like I had stepped back 100 years. I enjoyed a BBQ pork sandwich and a root beer.
From there I headed down to one on the other highlights of my trip, the Kancamagus (Kank-uh-man-gus I think?) highway back towards 16. This is another great road through the mountains but only a couple of tight switchbacks but plenty of nice sweepers like 26 in northern NH. I rode back to Mt Washington using Bear Notch Road as a shortcut and I was then able to buy a ticket to ride up to Mt Washington’s summit.
For those of you who don’t know, the auto road is a private road up to Mt Washington’s 6288’ summit. The first four or so miles are fairly steep twist mountain road, which turns into a tundra with no guardrail at 5000 feet which then turns into a dirt road going up a treeless mountain top. For those afraid of heights, I wouldn’t recommend it much but for everybody else, it was really a fun ride! You really want to pay attention as a stupid mistake could be very costly!
After leaving Mt. Washington, I rode down to Dover to visit a dear friend that attended kindergarten through high school with me. It had been 18 years since I had last seen him. We visited Portsmouth, NH that evening, cruised around in his 25 year old Volvo with 355,000 miles and enjoyed seafood chowder overlooking the old harbor while laughing about the old times!
My seafood chowder dinner, yum!
Me leaving my buddies house at 0630:
Thursday, June 11th: Nothing exciting to report; I left Dover, NH at 6:30 AM and pulled into my driveway at 9:15 PM to a hero’s welcome from my cheering kids! I was glad to be home but words like the Continental Divide, Yellowstone, giant bison, The Grand Tetons and Black Hills are already filling my imagination for 2016!
I rode 3,484 miles over 8 days, averaging 435 miles and 10-15 hours a day in the saddle.
Me: Honda CB1100 BMW R1200GS KTM 525EXC. Gabriel: KTM 50. Elena: Honda CRF70. Lynn: Sugar Momma and Gatorade/snack girl!
Eddy Alvarez screwed with this post 06-17-2015 at 07:43 PM Reason: EYE KAN'T SPHELL WHEL
|06-17-2015, 07:24 PM||#2|
Joined: Nov 2011
Location: West End of Richmond, VA
Damn fine report Eddy! I've wanted to tour the NE just to tick some of those states off my list, but you really made it intriguing. Thanks!
"Where you come from is gone, where you thought you were going to weren't never there, and where you are ain't no good unless you can get away from it."
|06-18-2015, 06:08 AM||#4|
Joined: Jul 2012
Excellent report! I love the photos and especially appreciate all of the detail you provided as I'd love to do the same trip. But I'm just trying to convince my bf to ride that far north with me. Is Hans free?
|06-18-2015, 11:45 AM||#7|
Joined: Oct 2010
Great RR Ed!
When the Mt. Washington gatehouse turned you away on your first attempt, the summit WAS in the clouds with 45 mph winds gusting into the 60s. Imagine riding the dirt section in that! Glad it was so nice on your second try. You got lucky! That s New England. If you don't like the weather, wait a few minutes. Maybe it will get nicer, maybe it won't.
longslowdistance screwed with this post 06-18-2015 at 03:44 PM
|06-18-2015, 12:34 PM||#8|
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Joined: Oct 2008
I received a text from my buddy in Dover today telling me that he was involved in a car crash yesterday and that his vintage Volvo has been totalled. He bumped his head but should do just fine (I told him to go get checked if not 100% better in the am, sooner if worse!) Not too bad for a $1600 car. He bought it in 2003 with 192,000 miles and put another 163,000 trouble free miles on the Swedish chick magnet.
Me: Honda CB1100 BMW R1200GS KTM 525EXC. Gabriel: KTM 50. Elena: Honda CRF70. Lynn: Sugar Momma and Gatorade/snack girl!
|06-18-2015, 02:46 PM||#9|
Joined: Mar 2007
Location: North Chesterfield,VA
Fantastic RR Eddy!! Made me want to do a trip up there as well.
Sorry to hear your buddy was in the auto accident. Bummer about his Volvo. The first and only car my wife bought brand new (right before we were married) was a 1987 Volvo 240DL sedan from Mooers Volvo. It went forever and we finally sold it too her sister and our brother-in-law in 2003 for our niece to drive (she was 16 at the time) and she totaled it in an accident within a year. She came out unhurt, just a little shook up. But that's why Karen bought it in the first place was for the safety factor. The passenger compartment stays intact in a collision.
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|06-18-2015, 03:25 PM||#10|
Joined: Mar 2005
Location: Auburn Hills,MI.
Really enjoyed your ride report Sounds like a great trip to take and the writing and pics were excellent.I would have put on ten pounds eating all that seafood.
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|06-18-2015, 05:27 PM||#11|
Joined: Feb 2007
Location: Granbury Texas
Nova Scotia is one beautiful province. The ride around Cape Breton is a top 10 ride in North America. I have friends headed that way right now. Told them if they are going that far from TX to make sure and include NS. Hope they listened....
|06-19-2015, 07:51 AM||#13|
Just along for the ride..
Joined: Nov 2003
Location: Petersburg, Virginia
Meat Cove the incest capital of Nova Scotia?
Fine ride report Eddy! I actually learned something new that I never even wanted to know! It is funny the things you only learn from locals while on the road.
You photos of the docks and water in Halifax are calendar worthy too. Beautiful.
Ride to challenge yourself and to expand your horizons. But be warned, once you've ridden beyond the U.S. border, you might begin to realize that the world doesn't revolve around us......
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Riding Central America Feb 2006
England to China Apr-Aug 2007
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|06-19-2015, 09:19 AM||#14|
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Joined: Nov 2007
Location: Richmond Area- in the 'Ville
Nice ride report Eddy!
I must say, however, the "poutine" doesn't get really good (in my opinion) until they turn into "Newfie Fries". I too had a bite of poutine in Amherst, NS from what my buddy ordered (rather bland). We later ordered the Newfoundland version near Stephensville, NL. Same concept... home made/cut fries, scratch beef/brown gravy, cheese curds, ground beef with fine diced onion and peppers, and then topped again with gravy and shredded cheese. Delicious! Can't say that it is something I would want to eat often, as it is certainly a "heavy" meal, but I will say, I recreated it at the fire station, and it disappeared quite rapidly. Loved the donair we had in Amherst NS, and would pass on the sauce. It was too sweet for me.
Looks like you had a great time. It is almost odd how friendly people are up North... absolutely, refreshingly wonderful!
PS... sad about the Volvo :(
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Newfoundland May 2014
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