Origin:
Hertage Harbour
Inn
destination:
Blue Jay's Nest BB
Route Description
Monday (50km):
Cross Hillsborough Bridge
The 21 to the 215 to Confederation Trail
Monday (50km):
Cross Hillsborough Bridge
The 21 to the 215 to Confederation Trail
L
onto Confederation Trail
The 213 to the 3 to the 24 to the 210 to the 354 to the 353
Riverside Drive to destination
Riverside Drive to destination
Tuesday (38km):
Confederation Trail, Montague and return
Weather
Monday:
Misty rain
changing to clouds, brief moments of sunshine.
Tuesday:
Cloudy till mid afternoon. Rain for return ride from Georgetown to Montague.
Monday
6 adults, 4 children, 3 generations ( Sintobins, Vasans, Komives plus one sag wagon) left Charlottetown on 9 bicycles at 10:45 AM.
(Kristin and Benny traded off, as they will all week, as drivers of our support van.)
Well sprayed with effective mosquito repellent, we lunched along the Confederation Trail in a picnic shelter.
The fine gravel trail was better packed than when we tried it a week before, so the scenic 13 km made for better riding.
Back on hardtop after lunch, we headed east on small rural roads and then on a red, gravel road (surprisingly easy to ride). A small, enthusiastic dog followed the boys, causing worry that he was too far from home. A kind lady helped them out, detaining the dog, assuring all that he would find his way home. Vikram won the bet about getting to 50 km today.
Our B&B is a 5 minute walk to the harbor and restaurants in Montague, a town of 1900 on the eastern coast of the island. All enjoyed a fine dinner at Windows on the Water, followed by romping in the attractive park along the river and harbor.
Tuesday
After a hearty, delicious, french-toast breakfast served by our host, Rosie, and her friend Sharon, we picked up the Confederation Trail at the harborside park and cycled to Georgetown. At the most scenic bridge along the way we all saw blue herons. Karlyn managed to photograph both a blue heron and a bald eagle on the hunt.
Lunch was at Clamdiggers Restaurant, after which Marney and Bob biked around Georgetown and explored the Memorial Gardens before cycling back to Montague. We got caught by the rain about half way back, donning only rain jackets and rain hats. We stopped at the cafe in the old railroad station for desert and coffee. Marney went off to do tomorrow's shopping while Bob returned to Bluejay's Nest B&B to review photos.
The other eight went to sea on an educational fishing trip, learned about lobstering, crabbing, musseling, and managed to catch one fish. They had rain for the entire ride back.
Missing from this narrative are Kristin's flat tires. Having fixed yesterday's before breakfast. Her rear tire went flat again as the ride began. A call ahead brought Vikram back with the inflation-foam-repair kit that was in Sinta's pack. That fixed, Kristin and Bob had a nice nice, brisk ride to within a few kilometers of Georgetown before her front tire went flat. After walking a kilometer to avoid mosquito attacks, they stopped at a crossroad to put in a new tube, arriving in time for lunch at Clam Diggers. To make a long story less long, Kristin's rear tire was flat again after returning from sea. Bob drove the van to pick her up.
On return, that's when Bob and Kristin became aware of the Day' most important adventure. Ashok was missing.
He had raced ahead of Vikram and Korcho but had not returned before them. Srikant and Rosie, by car, and Karlyn, by bicycle, were already mobilized in the search. It seemed obvious that Ashok had made the one wrong turn on the trail he could make. Kristin and Benny quickly devised their plan to cover the possibility that Ashok had already gome beyond Cardigan, the focus of Rosie, Srikant and Karlyn. We remaimed with Vikram, Korcho, and Sinta. We were around the table eating our delivered pizza when the call came in from Karlyn. She spoke with Rosie who had been replaced in the field by the police. Ashok, just short of where he would run into Benny on his bicycle, had finally turned around and encountered Karlyn and policeman at a road crossing. A trauma for all, a story for the ages.
Kids in bed, the adults quietly decompressed and debriefed.
A collection of Tuesday images:
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