Final Bike Time

Appropriate for what was to be our final day together, this morning we woke to heavy fog from the sea, although the temperature was fairly warm. Should we bike? We had done most of what we wanted, but there was a nice ride along the Mira River which we were tempted by.

Breakfast allowed us to finish off our eggs, blueberries, and some bread (it's a tough life). And Nancy decided that she would not bike, but would visit the downtown of metropolitan Louisbourg. But Barry and I were game, so we set out from the cabin, going up the highway in the fog with our warning lights on and our visibility jackets flapping in the breeze. We turned off this road at Albert Bridge, heading towards Marion Bridge.

That ride was fairly flat, along the widened river, with cottages on the river side, and several boats to boot. An occasional hill to break it up, and we were away.

Marion Bridge, as the song suggests, is quite pretty, albeit smaller than I would have thought (the bridge itself is new and large enough—it's the town I mean).


And the road changes here to a smaller road, still paved, as it headed down to Victoria Bridge. Lots of trees, not many people, and the occasional view of the Mira River.


We knew the paved road ran out at Victoria Bridge, so we had arranged to meet Bruce and Nancy there. And so we did. A final lunch together on an old broken-down wharf, and we were off to our evening's location at St. Peters.

We biked 56 km.

There was a bit of shopping to do, and I had wanted to visit the St. Peters Canal, which is an historic site. Barry joined me and we explored this 800-metre canal with its unique tidal locks (ask me about them). Very interesting: we talked with a young woman who worked there, and she told us they handle over a thousand boats in the season.

Tonight, we are off to the Bras d'Or Inn for a resplendent dinner, then return to Halifax tomorrow.


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Location:St. Peters