Not a breath of wind and a cloudless sky. Beautiful.
It’s what greeted us as we emptied out the room and transferred our livelihoods onto the motel carpark in readiness to cycle today.
Hanging a left and where construction was happening, we had to negotiate a one way bridge following the line of traffic. It’s road was steel mess meaning we had to disembark the bike as soon as we rode onto the thing. All traffic in either direction came to a stand still as we walked the rig off. Wow, people get grumpy when we hold them up from wanting to get to their destination as fast as they can. Don’t they understand that the better life experience is sometimes inbetween point A and point B? If folk only slowed down and looked up once in a while, they too would realize that. The key is never to made eye contact or when we do, smoother them with love by flasing the biggest grin.
Then inwardly say to yourself, “tosser.”
Further up the road, more construction. The workmen were halarious as they too flashed their teeth at what they saw wobbling up the road and then passing. One fella called out, “Go you! But perhaps you should have taken the other route as the road up ahead is hilly.”
He was right. It didn’t take too much longer before we moved from grins of the views outwards toward the lake to grimaces of the views upwards toward the inclines yet to be ridden. The next 40 kms were ‘Tosser’ hills reducing our pace to sometimes virtual stand still. We hadn’t used the front small cog so much in the whole of the crossing. The consolilation, the spectacular line of sight of landscape topography, it was stunning.
Just on half way and around a bend came a tea rooms. We stopped. It was a local joint made famous by Canadian singer Rita MacNeill. When she toured singing, she would tell folk to call in for a cuppa when passing and so they did. She had to convert part of her home into the tea rooms as the numbers of passers by and caller in’s grew. Her ashes sat on the mantel piece overlooking the table and chairs surrounded by her many singing awards. It was hard not making eye contact with her tea pot urn as we sat there pouring tea from a tea pot and eating a cinamon bun. Wierd!
It was back on the bike to hump out the remaining kilometerage to Sydney – Latitude 46.1368° N, Longitude 60.1942° W.
It has taken us 7,218 km from the first rotation of the pedal when we departed Vancouver, BC to the final rotation of the pedal as we disembarked the rig today in Sydney, Nova Scotia.
We have cycled across Canada (the main divide) by tandem cycle.
To greet us with a handshake and hug on our arrival was our fellow cyclist friend Ken who arrived a day before. Although there was exhaustion from the continuous riding over the last ten days, there is the inward feeling of contentment that we had made it. A bunch of mixed emotions that are too hard describe in words so one will do … happiness.
But this is not the end. We are taking some rest days here before we board a ferry and cross the Gulf of St. Lawrence to the Island of Newfoundland.
There we will place our hands on the monument in St. Johns similar to the one we did in Victoria, Vancouver Island all those kilometres ago … the ‘mile 0’ one.
And then, it will truely be over.