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Canada
2018
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Today I have about
800 miles to cover before I pillow my head. So I get Frost all ready to
go and I get about it. There's not much romance in covering that kind of
distance but it is required when you have a certain amount of days of vacation
and a long distance to cover. It would be nice to be able to take a leisurely
'wander' back to the Holler, but that's not a current option for me. I figure
you can stay at the house and complain about your lot in life or figure
out how to work with the hand that is dealt you. At any rate, I won't be
in a nursing home wishing I had ridden here or there. |
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The rest of the
gang is blissfully enjoying their rest so I silently wish them a good day
and head on out. |
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The
sky does not look promising, but I figure I'll chance it and see how it
all sorts out. |
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Cheticamp
is pretty deserted so I wish it good-bye as I leave the city proper. |
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The run is nice
along the coast line ... |
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and I try to 'freeze'
these views in my head as I will be spending way more time later on the
slab where the view is usually all about traffic and orange cones. |
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I just keep a watch
on the skies as I do not want to start out the day with wet gear if I can
help it. |
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I remember there's
gas and a Timmy's coming up shortly, so I figure that will do well for Frost
and for me. |
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Remembering my previous fritter,
I stick with a lovely Boston Creme and a couple of breakfast croissants.
I look around and it just so happens that Mike and Joann from NovaScotiaSToc
are enjoying their breakfast here also and invite me over to join them.
Obviously they are not real picky about who they let sit with them, so
I come on over. It's great to share breakfast time with friends once last
time before I hit the road alone. But the highway calls so I wish them
well after I dispatch my current dose of pig meat, hen fruit and chocolate.
Then I head back to a waiting Frost and the adventures that await me today.
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On the way out, I see a lovely
poochie dog. I ask his human -
"All right if I pet him?
I just love dogs. What's his name?'
He tells me it's Buddy and
I can see that he is appropriately named. I ask him
"Are you Buddy?"
and the dog immediately responds with a big grin. I give my best professional
pet and he responds -
"I'll give you two hours
to stop that" or at least that's what I understand him to say.
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But I've got a heap
of miles to go before I sleep, so I wish Buddy and his human a good day
and get back after it. |
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Traffic at least
at this point is pretty sparse and I am glad for that while I can get it. |
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But soon we come to a toll
both and I am thinking to myself -
"Do I have any Canadian
money left?"
Fortunately I do, and they
get to collect the little bit that I have left.
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I'm headed back
over some of the same roads that Alain and I took to get here. When I see
this sign, I remember what a good stop that was for us and have it filed
away in my mental notebook of good stops. |
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TC1 will be my friend
for while today as I make my way back to the United States. |
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Before long, I'm
in the midst of the another 'Saint John' - New Brunswick this time not to
be confused with the 'Saint Johns' Newfoundland where we were much earlier
in the trip. |
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By the time I get
to the US border crossing, I am well over half way of the distance I have
to cover today. I also remember they don't like you to have cameras out
so I tuck mine in my jacket. |
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It's a pretty easy
entry with the usual questions and soon I am back in my beloved country.
I love to travel but I still like the USA better than anywhere else I have
been in my many adventures. Maine welcomes me as I turn onto Maine Highway
9. |
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It's
a nice run through the countryside that I remember from the last few times
I was up this way. |
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But even on the
backroads, there always seems to be construction. |
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As I work my way
through Brewer just across the creek from Bangor, I see the sign for I395,
the first of many Interstates I will be on today. |
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The sky does not
look very helpful but I decide I'll just try to ride it out. |
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It starts
to rain a little bit, but there's not a safe place to pull off. I can see
a little bit of blue up ahead so I hunch down behind the windshield as best
as I can. |
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And
soon I'm back out in the blue and what got wet gets dry really quick in
the hot, dry breeze. |
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But before long,
it look really serious and I know this ain't one I'm going to ride out. |
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Fortunately I find a bridge
to get under while I get on my rain gear. As the old song says, 'You've
got to know when to hold 'em, and when to fold 'em'.
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The rain comes and
goes but I just keep my gear on. But I am mighty glad to see this sign knowing
I'm off the the road for the evening. |
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The rain finds me
again, so I get Frost put to bed for the evening and head for drier places. |
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With the weather
what it is I figure I'll just eat some of the peanuts and a Snickers bar
that I have rather than go back out into the weather. I can live off the
fat of the land for many days, so it won't hurt me much. With that disposed
of, my head hits the pillow and I am out quicker that a candle under a downspout. |
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