[ Day 14 ] Tuesday, June 30, Middleton to Wolfville (63km)


Origin: Just Dropping Inn B&B
Destination: Garden House B&B
Route Details: Route 1 (Evangeline Trail)  all the way except for about 4km on rail-trail.

Weather was cool most of the day with clouds clearing in late afternoon. There was a brief, light shower early in the ride. Wind was no factor or slightly helpful.

We left the highway in Kingston intending to spend most of the day on the rail trail. It has an acceptable, fine crushed rock surface well packed. The surface was similar to that we enjoyed leaving Fredericton last week. We hoped the puncture-jinx afflicting Bob with every subsequent probing of crushed-rock trails was a fluke of our imagination. It was not, the latest puncture happened in the first few kilometers on the trail. This is especially frustrating because the punctures are tiny and the leaks slow. Apparently small, sharp rock shards are lodging in the tread and penetrating far enough to prick the tube before falling off. If Bob had been able to put puncture resistant tubes on his Tern as he had on Marney's Bike Friday, it is likely there would be no problem. However, none were available with stems long enough for the Tern. Indeed, the Big Apple tires and tube, the local crushed-rock trails, and Bob are mutually incompatible. Bob is too expensive to replace at this stage; we will look to other modifications.  

Route 1 offers few hills and goes through several interesting, small communities. It has little to no shoulder with much patching and needs for patching near the road edge. Traffic was moderately heavy even though this is no longer the main highway. Most of the final 15km before Wolfville was heavy traffic through strip commercial. Despite this, as experienced urban cyclists we managed to cycle without  fear and enjoy our day of riding. 

The agricultural king of the day is the strawberry.
We saw lots of them and saw what appear to be sophisticated operations. We see many strawberry plants along the roadside. 'don't know if they are wild or gone-wild. We stopped at a couple of the store-like farm markets. Some apparently are chain operations while others could be independent. In some, ice cream seems to rival the fruit and vegetables for top attraction.

Arrival into Wolfville
was that combination of attractiveness, activity, and clarity a cyclist likes at the end of the day--Acadia University campus gave us a beautiful welcome, then the little downtown

with food-drink-and-people  to which we would have to return, then our B&B a couple of blocks beyond, and (here and there) glimpses of the harbor and wetlands.
  
We did return to downtown for a crepe dinner, going and returning on a path along the beautiful mudscape 
that replaces the harbor at low tide. We observed there and from our room's window the dikes created by the Acadians in the 17th century to rob agricultural land from the sea.


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