Newfoundland Ferry to Prince Edward Island

As I write this I’m sitting on my couch, cold beer on the table, comfortable bed upstairs, and still wishing I was traveling. Acclimatizing after a trip can be hard and I don’t think I can make the adjustment after this one. Fortunately I don’t have to, the words “I resign as of the end of August” have been spoken. Those words were not easy to say, but in order for new doors to open sometimes old doors need to be closed. I have devoted so much of my energy over the past three and a half years helping to grow the company I work for, but I have devoted my entire life to being free, no kids, no pets, and no debt. I knew this day was coming, I just didn’t know when.

When I spoke those words I didn’t know what to expect. I hold a high position within the company and I am leaving at a time when I am needed most. Fortunately the person I work for couldn’t have been more understanding. New doors have opened, doors that I am grateful for. The next month is going to be a busy one. I have my responsibilities at work along with packing up, selling, or giving away most everything I own, but when it is over, I am free.

Now to finish this post about the bike trip I was just on:

Marine Atlantic’s Atlantic Vision ferry has more in common with a cruise ship than you average car hauling ferry,

but boarding at 1:00am all I wanted to do was find a spot to sleep. The best spot I could find was in the Colours Lounge

Atlantic Vision 3and yes, it really is that bright. The next day was pretty bright as well

Atlantic Vision 2
Atlantic Vision 1

and a good day to put on some miles. I’ll admit, at this point I shifted into get home mode and just put my head down and pedaled. The day was hot and there was a headwind, but I just climbed into my shell and rode as far as I could. By evening I was pretty spent and after stopping at a house to fill my water bottles, I was given directions to a pretty good camping spot right on the shore of Bras d’Or Lake.

Bras D'or Lake Sunset

My goal was to cross the Canso Causeway and head for Truro to catch the soonest train to Montreal. I wasn’t looking forward to this trip ending, but was looking forward to beginning my next trip and for this I needed to get home. After riding for around an hour haste got the best of me and I stopped into a store for a piece of cardboard and to borrow a Sharpie. It was a long way to Truro, so I made a sign with a few different destinations and folded it to display the one I was most interested in going to. After riding out to the TCH I flipped the sign so it read Canso Causeway and it wasn’t long before a car stopped to offered a ride. I wasn’t expecting a car to stop and really had no idea how my bike was going to fit inside, but this generous driver was determined to make it work. After flipping the seats, a bit of rearranging, a little disassembly, and a bungee cord, we were on our way.

Before crossing the causeway I stopped by the visitors center in Port Hawkesbury to use the Wi-Fi and check on the train schedule. While I was able to go from Montreal to Truro with one days notice, getting back wasn’t so easy. The day was Tuesday and the earliest train I could get on was on Sunday afternoon. Well, not much I could do about that, so I made my reservation, then made plans to go to Prince Edward Island for a few days.

With my new plan in place, but the weather pattern changing to rain, I decided cross the causeway and use my sign again. I folded it to read New Glasgow and within a few minutes my bike was in the back of a pickup and I was on my way again. After being dropped off at a strip mall and restocking on food, I rode north, through the poring rain to the ferry terminal north of Pictou. Camping spots that weren’t water or mud were pretty scarce, so I had considered taking the ferry that evening, but after finding a nice gravel spot under a cell phone tower I decided to wait until morning to cross.

The rain ended overnight and after rushing to pack up and a race to the ferry, I was on my way to PEI.

Northumberland Ferry from PEI

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Riding the Cabot Trail through Cape Breton National Park and hopping the ferry to Newfoundland

Monday was a rest day and after Sunday night, I kind of needed it. I found an all you can eat breakfast buffet in town and spent two hours helping myself to first, second and third breakfasts. When the waiter told me not to hold back, I don’t think he realized how many calories I needed. After filling my hollow leg I went to the post office and mailed a few items home. The total weight was only five pounds, but mentally I felt better not having to lug the stuff along for the remainder of the trip. The rest of the afternoon was spent catching up on email, this blog and backing up my photos.

I rolled out of town around 3:30 and headed to the entrance of Cape Breton National Park.

I wasn’t sure what to expect of this park. I’ve been to many of the National Parks in the lower 48 states, so I have pretty high expectations and I must say, Cape Breton did not disappoint. From the moment you roll in (I entered from the western side) the views are breathtaking.
Cape Breton View
Cape Breton Plateau View

Everyone talks about the hills and yes, they are there, but no worse than you would find riding around Vermont.
Cape Breton Hills

The main climb for the day, up French Mountain, was long, but the grade was pretty lax. Still, for a world renown cycling destination, there is no paved shoulder on the road and many inexperienced cyclists ride two abreast swerving like toddlers without training wheels. Many honking horns were heard.

With my late start I planned to ride to the town of Pleasant Bay, but once I reached the plateau high above the ocean, my plans changed a bit.
Cape Breton PlateauThe temperature was about 15 degrees F. cooler and the views beckoned me so slow down and enjoy the ride. This combined with an emergency shelter / cabin along the roadside sealed my decision on where to camp.

So there I sat, typing this out and enjoying the sunset and the beautiful ocean view.
Cape Breton Plateau SunsetI awoke the next day to cooler temperature and another clear sky. I planned on riding the remainder of the Cabot Trail, so I got an early start so there would be time to enjoy the views.

The early morning start also allowed me some traffic free time on the road and I saw two moose within my first fifteen minutes of riding. I have a healthy respect for these horses of the woods and when I see one stopping to take a photo is not what I want to do.

I wound my way down the mountain

and up the next climb, a pattern that repeated itself throughout the day.

After hours of climbing and descending, photo taking and eating, I finally reached the east side of the park and the Atlantic Ocean.

As I’ve mentioned a few times, the cycling is great, but when they constructed the Cabot Trail cycling is not something they considered, but they do give cyclists there own lane, for about 2 miles, at the east entrance of the park.The wind was at my back, so I decided to push on and take the short ferry crossing to Englishtown. I was told about a dirt road on the east side of the crossing that had some great camping spots . It had been a high mileage day so far and I was pretty tired, but my legs felt fine and this would leave me with only 30 kilometers or so to ride the next day to reach the Newfoundland ferry. There was also a ski area marked on my map, but it was located right on the ocean, so I figured it must be a mistake.

It turns out it wasn’t. This must be one of the lowest elevation ski areas in Canada and it was also the start of the last big climb of the day. With the miles I had ridden so far for the day, I’ll admit it, this climb hurt a bit. Fortunately this was it for the big climbs and rolling hills took me to the short, and free, ferry crossing.

It was around 8:30 by the time I reached my camping spot for the night and at one time I’m sure the camping was great, but it seems some recent flooding had wrecked a little havoc. No matter, I was plenty tired and there was a bridge that was still standing that was perfect to pitch my tent on.

The next morning I rode past the Englishtown Fire Department and judging by the tall grass outside the bay doors, they haven’t seen any action in a while.

There was a dirt road called Kelly Lane on my map that I had planned on taking it over Kelly Mountain, but with the conditions I found at my camping spot the previous night, I wanted to make sure it was still passable. There was an older woman doing some morning yard work and I stopped to ask about the road condition. She reported that it was really washed out and to make matters worse, she said the biting flys were the worse she’s seen in years. Judging by the cloud of flys swarming around her head, and the fact that she seemed oblivious to their presence, I took her word for it and decided to continue on the paved road.

With fresh legs and a full stomach, the climb wasn’t so bad and the long decent lead me to a beautiful ocean cove where jellyfish were swimming around feeding on…… whatever jellyfish eat.

I arrived in the town of North Sydney, around noon

and with plenty of time to take the 7:00pm ferry to Newfoundland. The remainder of the afternoon was spent stocking up on food, hanging out with two Hobos, who by the way made about 35 dollars in unsolicited handouts during the two hours I spent with them, and taking advantage of the free shower at the ferry terminal, the first so far for this trip. The call to board came around 5:30pm and after being reprimanded for not wearing my helmet, I rode my bike on to the floating city.

The crossing is around six hours, so it put me arriving in Newfoundland at around 1:00am with the time change, but also allowed me to catch the sunset on the Atlantic.
Ferry SunsetThe Hobos I had met told me the visitors center in Port-aux Basques had a huge overhang in the back if the building that would be perfect for camping, so that is where I stayed last night and fortunately so, because we had some rain during the night. Right now I’m typing this from the local Tim Horton’s, the Dunkin Donuts of Canada, waiting for the weather to clear and later today I’ll be heading north on the T’Railway, locally known as “the old rail bed”. Hopefully the sunny sky will return.

Train, Trail and Ocean – From Montreal to Cape Breton

As much as I love touring by bicycle, it’s the touring, not the bicycling that usually holds the great moments. The 20 hour train ride on the VIA Rail, a part of the trip I was not looking forward to, but ended up being one of the highlights.
Life on the Train

Pack a diverse group of strangers into a few train cars, add a few beers, and a good time is bound to happen. But really, it was much more than that, it was the life stories told, stories from the past and stories of dreams yet to come. You can spend your entire life trying to find the path you want to travel and a few words from a total stranger can point you in the direction you need to go and give you the confidence to get there. It’s a safe bet that a few of us who rode the train will remember the time spent together for the rest of our lives.

As great as the train ride was, it was also nice to stand on stationary ground and that ground started at the Truro Nova Scotia train station.
Truro Train Station

A surprise was also waiting at the train station in the form of a Canadian police officer and Officer Chein (his trained drug sniffing chocolate Labrador Retriever). For the record, I had nothing on me, but it didn’t stop me from thinking about what’s been in my panniers in the past and how long the sent lasts. Officer Chein did find a bag on the ground containing a bit of “glaucoma medication”, but the owner was no where to be found and the police officer just put it in his pocket for “future training”. I hope Officer Chein likes his reward the next time he trains :-)

From the train station I took low traveled paved roads to some really nice dirt roads

where I found a place to camp for the night.

I awoke the next day to a sunny sky, a strong tail wind, and a heat wave. The temperature hit over 90 degrees F. with high humidity. Regardless, when a tail wind is blowing and there is ground to cover, it’s best to make the most of it. I traveled over 100 miles that day on everything from singletrack trails to the Trans Canada Highway.

I did hit one bout of rain, but it happened just as I was passing an old one room schoolhouse that has been turned into a museum. It was a perfect place to stop and learn a little history (as well as stay dry and fill my water bottles).

If there is one thing I’ve learned in my years of bicycle touring, it’s the more non bicycling locals tell you to avoid a road, the better the road is. I ended the day on just outside the town of Mulgrave on the Old Mulgrave Road, a no traffic dirt / logging road that was as great as all the locals said it wasn’t. I found an abandoned concrete building and with the swarms of black flies, horse flies, deer flies, and other biting insects it seemed like a great place to camp. It was also riddled with bullet holes and broken glass, but that just added to the charm. I named this place Hotel Baghdad and I’ll let the photos tell the story.
Hotel Baghdad 4

Hotel Baghdad

Hotel Baghdad 3

Hotel Baghdad 2

The next day I was feeling pretty shelled from the heat and miles, so I took it easy and made my way over to Cape Breton Island. I was going to hit Cape Breton on my way back from Newfoundland, but I figured it would be better to see on the way in case my plans change and I come back a different way. After crossing the causeway to the island I picked up a rail to trail that is part of the Trans Canada Trail.
Trans Canada Trail

I had a slight headwind, but the views were beautiful and this was just what I needed to recover. I also found some great spots to swim in the ocean and wash the grime from my body.

I rode the trail for the rest of the day, along the ocean and through the woods.

The following day I continued north along the Trans Canada Trail, found some more great swimming spots

and finally joined pavement where I met the Cabot Trail.

For such a famous cycling destination, the shoulder of the Cabot Trail / road is practically non existent, but the traffic was light and everyone was courteous. My plan was to reach the town of Cheticamp and take a rest day and along the way I met a local cycling couple who offered me their ocean front land to camp on for the night.

The view from the tent along with the ocean breeze made this a perfect spot.
View From My Tent

Fishing Boat

All rest days should start with a good time the night before, so I found some live music in town, had a few to many beers, and shot some pool with the local fisherman.

Mind you, I really don’t know how to play pool, but is seems like rule number one is look like you do and anyway, alcohol is the great equalizer so I gave it my best shot . I ended the evening by swerving my way back to my campsite on the ocean and passing out in my tent to the sound of fishing boats hauling in their catch. Yeah, it’s been a great trip so far.