I woke up at 5 this morning, and the cool morning calm was noticibly vacant of the whirligig of screaming children present in the crowded campground the evening before. I packed and ate in this wonderful silence, careful not to rouse any of said noisy children as I departed.
I continued on down the scenic secondary route, snaking around and sometimes crossing the major highway which cyclists are not permitted on. A dense fog hung over the road and the maple and pine forests that lined it, obscuring anything beyond 50m from sight. Each bend and each hill emerged from the misty cover as a surprise as I drew close. Barely another soul was to he found on that road, as I winded my way through the countryside and over Mt. Thom. It was a peaceful ride, and continued all morning until the fog finally lifted as I began to reach towns around 10 AM.
First was Bible Hill, where I encountered a carnival of a front lawn, plastered with weird decorations. Buoys of all colours, lobster pots, statues of cats and dogs, random antiques, and three bizzare sculptures of goblin-like creatures littered the lawn of one W. Roblins. It was a rather entertaining spectacle. Next I was onto Truro, where I stopped for a chocolate milk break at a gas station. As I was leaving, my foot got stuck in my peddle clips, and I toppled sideways with my bike onto the pavement. It really hurt my recovering hip and hip flexors, so I was in considerable pain for a few hours after.
The winds were steadily becoming stronger, and I was becoming quite tired of fighting them, so I stopped for a roadside lunch somewhere outside of East Hants. With 50 KM left to go until Dartmouth, my motivation and strength were at a low point under the pressure of the wind. I continued nonetheless, and slowly inched ever closer to Dartmouth, where I would be staying at Richard's family's house.
Once I reached the Waverly area, about 15 KM from my destination, I hit an absolutely gorgeous stretch of road around a chain of lakes; winding amd undulating along the water under a canopy of maple trees. There were many docks, boats, and cottages around, as well as many people out enjoying the summer weather. Its a popular cycling route, and I plan on returning often once I move to Halifax this fall. My phone was low on battery life, so sadly no photos of this section.
I crested the final steep hill onto Richard's street, and rolled up to his house, shakey and exhausted. Tomorrow will he a rest day, so I will be extremely happy to relax and spend time with friends.
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