Departed North Sydney on June 20.
Arrived Amherst on June 27.
Bears : 1
Moose : 0
Wolves : 0
Bald Eagles : 2
What a change a ferry boat makes. First thing is that the natives become understandable. The second thing is that with the tree line generally more cut back from the road, life doesn't feel as claustrophobic. The third thing is, sadly, that with the appearance of small animals, the road kill numbers went from 0 to several per day.
With its own tartan factory and whiskey distillery, Nova Scotia - and Cape Breton Island in particular - is just about as Scottish as one can get outside of the Glasgow wharfs.
It also brought a barrage of cyclists. Some were completing their trans-Canadian tours while others were simply exploring the maritimes on shorter 3000 km trips now that school is out. And that is something to mention.
These groups of youngsters, some on their own, girls and boys alike, were happy to pack their bikes and head out. I don't think people fully realise how much society suffers when it lives in fear of crime and persecution.
The weather is improving and either the Appalachians don't extend quite this far, or the road engineers have in the past discovered dynamite and have been liberal in its application on anything that looks like it may lead to a downhill. I won't deny it, I am happy that things are flatter. Uphills are fine, one can just shift down a gear and chug along, but downhills suck.
With almost a month gone of the trip, my nipples aren't too badly chaffed, the legs are feeling good and I haven't been ravaged by any bears, so all-in-all, an enjoyable trip.
There are still some 6000 odd km to go, with the next stop planned in Montreal in about 3 weeks time.