We spent two glorious nights (read: showers) at a paid campground in Sherbrooke, backed right onto the St. Mary’s river. It was a great opportunity to regroup and relax before the next leg of our journey.
Excited to see what we had missed in Truro, we headed north and arrived at beautiful Victoria Park with plenty of time left in the day. We climbed the steep access road to the top of the mountain and went our separate ways so I could solo the green trail around the reservoir.
If intense cardio under the sun and minimal trail features is your thing, it was a great green trail. Looking for more of a challenge, I pulled up Trail Forks and found my way to some of the blue trail heads. These short trails were a lot more fun, and who did I bump into but my he-wolf! We went back over several of the trails I had ridden with their sudden crazy climbs and fun zippy drops.
Satisfied with our ride, we headed back down the mountain to Nanook where a very nice Specialized rep just happened to be set up. Gold at the end of the rainbow? Turns out, it was demo day! Ryan didn’t need any convincing and was off back up the mountain on a carbon Stump Jumper before you could say “should we go for a swim at the waterfall?”
We rounded out our ridiculously awesome day of riding with a free shower at the pool (this is a massive park), tacos for dinner, and then camped out overnight snug in our bed as visions of Shediac danced in our head….s.
Yes, we skipped Nova Scotian Northumberland. Joggins and Cape d’Or sounded amazing, but by now, we had been on several hikes, had seen a lot of The Bay of Fundy, and every port town had a light house. SO we dragged our tired butts out of Truro and made miles all the way to Bouctouche, New Brunswick. It felt weird to not be in Nova Scotia anymore, but that feeling quickly dissipated with a delicious mid-day americano at the local cultural centre.
We continued a bit further up the Northumberland coast and were struck by the sight of dozens of locals out digging in the mud at low-tide. Clams! It must be clams! We pulled over and Ryan helped a guy load his truck with his day’s catch. We learned that they were digging for ‘Quahogs’ (yes, like Family Guy). Apparently they are a type of clam that are a bit of an acquired taste.
Enlightened, but uninspired to dig for our dinner, we finished our drive at the Bouctouche Dunes. We enjoyed an extraordinary sunset stroll on the boardwalk and adjacent white sandy beach - discovering a treasure trove of shells and watching the varied species of seabirds catch their dinner.
The following day, we made our final stop on the Northumberland shore, in Shediac, where Ryan finally got to experience his first lobster, as promised, right on the wharf. Now that tourist season is in full swing, a lot of the east coast ‘hot spots’ are beginning to fill with people, and Shediac was no exception - truly great for the economy out here, but nevertheless, not our scene. It was time to move on and scratch a new item off our Cross-Canada bucket list… The Confederation Bridge!