We have just boarded the ferry (think Inter-Islander) from Digby, by all accounts, “The Scallop Capital of the World”, (according to all the signs around town), across to St Johns, a trip that saves us many hours of back tracking around the coast. The bikes are lashed securely (we hope they are), and we’re now comfortable upstairs with a coffee and chocolate bar (a small one). A pod of dolphins entered us for a few minutes before doing whatever it is they do when ferries aren’t around.
Dinner last night was a treat - after our regular team meeting most of us wandered off in a big group, splintering off as particular restaurants took our fancy. Linda and I found a Japanese restaurant that proved to be a real treat, fabulous food, and very reasonably priced - not a burger or pizza in sight, others found Chinese, French and Italian, and everyone seemed happy with their respective choice. Our day started with a 9pm departure - we had to Gas up and ended up doing the first leg by ourselves, which was a pleasant change. Once out of town the freeway opened up and proved to be a great improvement over some of the roads we’d experienced in recent days, 2,3 and even four lanes wide, the road builders seemingly determined to bash through anything that got in their way in an effort to minimise corners, to which end they were very successful. There was magnificent scenery either side of the road, some bush, lots of lakes, and the occasional truck stop. Bearing in mind the beauty of the surroundings, it was ironic to see 10km stretches where all the bush had been bulldozed, and big rocks bullied out of the earth, all to widen the road to make it even better. Despite the ominous clouds in all directions, we opted to tempt the weather gods, and whilst we ran through a heavy mist from time to time, we escaped getting soaked - lucky! The various groups reassembled at Tim Hortons in Liverpool for coffee and a pit stop, then off to Digby for a late lunch prior to lining up for the 5pm ferry. A quaint place, and as mentioned, home of a fleet of hardy seafarers who dice with the sea to wrestle a living from scallops and lobster. After trying a few for lunch (mine wrapped in bacon, others fried and panko’d), would find it difficult to dispute their claim on best scallops in the world. So, 2 hours 15 m on the ferry, then another 25km to the hotel - tomorrow being our final day on the road, and a big day planned with over 600km to cover back to Boston. Comments are closed.
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Don MalcolmA perfect day involves being on my Harley with a long ride ahead.
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