2inTandem: Nova Scotia

Woke our last morning in Blomidon to a foggy landscape and a slight chill in the air. Got packed up and headed back down the hill to the undulating roads of the Annapolis Valley. We made good time and the bike was working well. We even found a short stretch of rail trail in good condition to ride into Wolfville. There we grabbed some coffee and some lunch supplies and headed to Grand Pre.

Waking up to a foggy morning at Blomidon.

We stayed at Grand Pre enjoying lunch on the historic grounds. At the museum we saw a brief movie about the Acadian people and their forced deportation because of their unwillingness to take sides, French or British during the mid 1700s. We also participated in a wonderful walking tour of the grounds learning more about the history of the area from different perspectives.

Lunch in gardens at Grand Pre.

Flowers at Grand Pre.

Learning about the history of the Acdians at Grand Pre.

Church that was rebuilt in Grand Pre.

Inside the church at Grand Pre.

It was late and time to move on. More undulating roads found us in Windsor where we decided to continue as far as we could towards Halifax. A quick dinner by a lakeside and we were back to riding. With darkness falling we found a church surrounded by tombstones and made camp at the base of the hill below the church. It was an odd feeling laying there with thoughts of the dead tucked into the hill just behind our heads.

Dinner by the lake in Windsor, NS.

Looking down at our tent hidden in the trees, below the headstones of the cemetery.

Our stealth campsite.

Morning came quickly. We packed and headed off only to find we had a flat tire. Repaired and back on the road. This time less undulating, more like up, up, up! We made it, and cruised into Halifax by early afternoon where we met Laura's parents at their hotel where we took showers and got cleaned up, and continued the ride to Dalhousie University where we stayed for the night. That evening we walked the few blocks into downtown Halifax and walked the Public Gardens and enjoyed the spectacular flower arrangements.

Breakfast of oatmeal on the climb towards Halifax.

Finding a place for second breakfast of eggs on the way to Halifax.

Trail around the busy roads heading towards Halifax.

Outside the Public Gardens in Halifax.

Checking out the dahlias.

Viewing the flowers.

Now on to Cape Breton Island, and the real hills....

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The start of our three week tandem bike trip in the maritime provinces of Canada begins with a car ride to Portland, ME by Laura's parents to take the ferry across the Gulf of Maine to Yarmouth, NS. We were dropped off in Portland near the ferry terminal and quickly loaded up the bike and, having a couple of hours to kill, took a test run around town. We were wobbly, and certainly felt overloaded and in need of shuffling things around. We re-arranged gear a bit, but still felt wobbly. Past experience has shown that a few hours on the bike generally got things feeling more under control as we became more use to the required handling of the bike. Time would tell a very different story on this trip.

Laura playing with a puppy.

At the Portland, ME ferry terminal waiting for the ferry.

We watched as the Portland to Yarmouth ferry, "The Cat" arrived. We got in line at the pedestrian gate and chatted with some fellow bikers going on a week long credit card tour. Boarding the ferry was easy, and we strapped the bike on the car deck. The ferry was quite comfortable and we got a couple of seats near the front. The ride was smooth with good entertainment from a couple of guys playing Celtic music using a multitude of stringed instruments, hand drums, and an electric bagpipe. We arrived in Yarmouth and waited in line with the other cars and motorcycles to get through customs. It took a while for the lines to move, but we enjoyed our time chatting again with the other bicyclists and wondering what questions the customs officer would ask. Turns out he was a very nice fellow who inquired about length of time and where we would be going. With no issues, we headed off into Yarmouth and arrived at our AirBnB by 11:30 pm. Rachelle, the owner of the AirBnB, was waiting for us when we arrived, and after storing the bike in the garage showed us to our room. The house originally belonged to the church next door, and Rachelle was able to get a good deal on the price. She and her father have been working on fixing it up, and doing a very nice job. There is still a lot of work to do, but it was very comfortable, and we were happy to be able to contribute to the continued renovation of the house.

The bike strapped on the ferry ready to go.

Monkey enjoying the view from the ferry.

Waiting in line at Canadian Customs.

AirBnB house in Yarmouth.

The adventure now begins. We got down the street and promptly lost our trailer rounding the corner. First time to ever have that happen! Confidence shaken, we reattached the trailer and started off again. Half mile down the road and the trailer falls off again. Confidence now is non-existent. Given our past couple of tours, we had become over-confident in our abilities, and the capabilities of our equipment to perform. We have purchased some new equipment for this tour and have packed differently then in the past. In this case, the trailer was too top heavy and could not handle the load. Essentially we screwed up and did not properly prepare ahead of time to determine where and how each piece of gear should be packed to provide optimal performance. The result is that we spent the next half hour on the side of the road repacking. As we got going again, things felt better. Success, until a few miles down the road and the bolt holding one of the trailer pegs snapped and there goes the trailer toppling into the middle of the road. This happened right across the road from a house where the owner just happened to be in his front yard and as we dragged the trailer off the road he graciously offered his driveway for repairs. Fortunately I had the foresight to pack the extra quick release skewer with attached pegs to pass through the rear hub to which we can attache the trailer. Repaired and on our way again. Success for sure this time, yes.


Losing the trailer, the first time.

Working our way down the street in Yarmouth.

We altered our original route slightly so we could stop for a brief visit with my cousin Steen Gates in Lake George, NS. We enjoyed the visit, used the facilities and replenished our water supply. Leaving the house the bike was handling strangely, sort of sliding around a bit. Looking down, I saw our rear tire was near flat. Ugh! Turns out it was a slow leak, but instead of taking tthe time to unload the bike and change out the tube, we pumped up every 5 miles. This worked out for the day and we were able to make decent time. Roads were undulating and we grew tired, but the views we're beautiful. The first few days are always hard as we need time to condition ourselves for the riding. It never seems the work done at home prior to the tour is ever enough to get us fully ready. As we ride, we pass a group of teen cyclist from Massachusetts, taking a break on the side of the road. Shortly thereafter they quickly catch up to us and passed us with hellos, hoots and howls. They were a fun group and were ending a two week trip around Nova Scotia and were taking the ferry from Digby to St. John, NB the next day to head home.

Working our way down a rail trail.

Rail trail surface too soft, so walked some of the way.

Brief visit with Steen Gates, a second cousin of Jamie's.

Pumping up a slowly deflating tire.

As we continued, one of our objectives was to find rappie pie. Rappie pie, or rapure pie is a traditional Acadian dish from this part of Nova Scotia and is a casserole-like dish traditionally formed by grating potatoes, then squeezing them through cheesecloth to remove some of the water from the potato solids. The liquid removed is replaced by adding hot broth made from chicken, pork or seafood along with meat and onions, and layering additional grated potatoes over the top. I had some years earlier, but I don't think it was properly prepared and was more like mush. I had heard great things about it, so wanted to give it another try. Unfortunately, due to our biking issues, we were too late at the two places we had selected to stop. Ended up having a much deserved ice cream across from a beautiful large wooden church instead, and watched the sunset out to the west. We eventually arrived at our campground with a site right on the water. Made camp and promptly went to bed.

Dinner at a small day park.

Much deserved ice cream.

Beautiful sunset. Always looks better in person.

Day two, the bike worked great (after changing the rear tube). Again undulating hills and some dirt roads through the countryside. Our spirits were high as we settled into the adventure of the ride. We were even able to test out some shoulder straps that I put together to allow us to pull the tandem up hills rather then push along side the bike (see picture below). Stopping at a small town for a break, Laura went to fetch a coffee and came back with rappie pie, so we got our rappie pie after all! And, it was really good. Another break in Bear River and we finally made our way to Annapolis Royal. We stopped at a bistro for a treat and Wi-Fi, and found that Pam and Don (Laura's parents) were there also. They met us at the bistro and we chatted for a while. Camping that night was behind the high school, our first stealth camping of the trip.

Packing up after first night of camping.

Packed and ready to go.

Rappie pie!

Laura pulling the bike up hills of gravel road.

Eating dinner on the road.

Enjoying dessert in Annapolis Royal, NS.

Stealth camping location on soccer field of high school.

Day three, we got on the flat Route 1 for a while, good riding. Short break at a park brought us close to a bald eagle sitting in a tree. We all watched each other for a while. Outside of Bridgetown we tried the adjacent rail trail but found it too soft for easy riding, so we continued up to Route 201. This brought us back to undulating hills again. After a brief verbal lashing to the gods for creating such roads, we headed back to route 1 for flatter terrain. In hind sight, the undulating roads were really not that bad, we just weren't physically ready for them yet. We did discover that finding amenities was a little more difficult then anticipated, but we were usually able to eventually find food and water we needed. Camping that night was again of the stealth variety behind a Mennonite church school.

Bald eagle sighting.

Looking for potential real trail options.

Lunch on the side of the road.

Dinner on the side of the road.

Stealth camping.

Day four, got ourselves to Kentville and a Tim Horton's for coffee, the kind of place you start to crave after a while because there will be air conditioning, food and water, power (for charging electronics), and a bathroom. While relaxing we got to chatting with a group of elderly gentlemen, and we spent a good hour talking with them about everything from politics, to the economy, to housing costs on Cape Breton Island, to where we should go next on the bike. Moving on we stopped in Canning for lunch, then Blomidon Estates Winery for a taste of some of their wine (we picked a bottle of Banco Noir), then to Kingsport down on the coast of Mina's Basin for some milkshakes. More undulating hills got us to the base of Blomidon Provinvial Park. We got out the pulling straps and Laura pulled the bike up the mile long, 600 foot climb. I just held on to make sure the bike didn't topple over (those straps were a good creation). The views from the top of Blomidon are spectacular, and worth the effort. So much so we stayed an extra night and hiked around the park. We needed the rest.