Internet was spotty last night so I didn’t send an email.
Yesterday started really nice. I swam in the lake which was COLD. Keep in mind a week previous I had been in Phoenix swimming in 90 degree water. Then the first 30 km of riding was along the lake.
Abruptly in Edmunston the trail ended. I had not realized that. It was hot highway riding through rural NB from then on. And when I passed though the one town that existed everything was closed due to the holiday. These things do not make a happy cyclist.
Maine was a stones throw away for most of the day.
The falls and gorge campground in grand falls was full so I had to stay at a ‘campground’ just outside of town. It was a soccer field basically. Shared a fire with a quirky young francophone from Ottawa.
I was pretty excited to get back on a trail today. I spent 120 km on the St. John river trail. It was 9 hours of bone rattling, hot, dusty, headwind joy. It seems Canadians have a tendency to rebrand snow mobile trails as cycling greenways. I’m sorry but if there are rocks the size of golf balls or larger it is not a cycling trail. It’s like saying a river bed is highway. The best thing I can say about the trail today is that I made it. That and I did swim in the river which was oddly warm and badly needed.
I’m in Woodstock this evening and am headed for Mactaquac Provincial Park tomorrow. A breezy 80 km under blessedly cloudy skies. It better &$:@ing be anyway.