…of the Bay of Fundy.
It’s big. Very, very big. I wish I could watch the 40 foot/10+ meter tides come in and out, but you can’t have everything.
Oh, and
…of the Bay of Fundy.
It’s big. Very, very big. I wish I could watch the 40 foot/10+ meter tides come in and out, but you can’t have everything.
Oh, and
My friend OldRoadDog commented on my post about pine tree gum (which you can find here [linkie]) and hit a sore spot. The comment read
Also, in Canada the mosquitoes hang out in the shaded tree areas. Pitch the tent 20 yards or more from the trees.
I hate mosquitoes. A lot. A hatred based on intense familiarity at several points in time in my life. So I started a response and realized that I was really writing a post. So here it is- I wrote
I’ve had two nights with mosquitoes out of the whole trip. I’ve used a can of cheapoTarget 10% DEET spray to ward them off. It’s worked like a charm, but I’m well aware that I might come down with some DEET-induced cancer of the frammis gland when I’m 113. And I don’t care.
Us old guys can do anything we want, pretty much. With a ~20 year life expectancy at this point I am not going to put up with getting bit by mosquitoes today in order to not use a product that has a miniscule change of hurting you if you use it regularly over a full lifetime. Sunburn is in the same category. I will finish this trip with parts of me baked pretty brown. Am I worried about skin cancer? Sure, in the abstract. Am I worried about it affecting me? Not a bit. Not one bit.
So there you have it. Sorry about the ranting… I do that sometimes. But, like they say, better out than in.
I’ve ridden this last stretch (on maybe the best laid out road I’ve been on since I started the ride) and am at the ferry terminal. The road just ends.
It’s hard to believe that I’ve now cycled a route I’ve dreamed about for 40 years.
Next stop, New Brunswick!
I’ll be on the ferry across the Bay of Fundy this evening
Boarding is at 5:30. The crossing takes about two and three-quarters hours, so unfortunately I’ll be riding around St. John, New Brunswick tonight as it gets dark looking for a place to stay. But that’s an issue for later in the day; one thing at a time.
I’ll be a bit sad leaving Nova Scotia. At 64 years old in a few days I don’t know if I’ll ever make it back up here again. But you can’t do everything and I’ve been privileged to have done a lot.