Without Captain Steve Fischer cracking the whip (and nursing the effects of too much scotch the previous night) we had a pretty lazy morning. Gary did do some admirable work preparing a space in the barn and stacking firewood, but most of us couldn't claim any productivity.
Lindsay, Rachel and I took a walk along the beach and caves at low tide, showing a very sharp contrast from the same site at high tide which we'd visited with the kayaks the day before.
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| This rope is left for those trapped in the cove by rising tides |
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| Rachel likes selfies... |
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| Old Homes Week is a big deal in Saint Martins |
In the late afternoon, Steve T, Laura and I took a shortish ride along the Fundy Parkway as far the Interpretive Center at Big Salmon River, where we enjoyed a coffee break and a short video about the history of the site and trail. Steve and I continued up the 16% climb on the other side of the Big Salmon River just to get extra sweaty while Laura had the good sense to poke around the foot path while waiting for us.
The Parkway is a ridiculously hilly and windy road, lots of fun for biking. Steve's Strava record at
https://www.strava.com/activities/351884274 shows more than 1km of climbing in only a 34km ride. My own record of the same ride (as shown below) shows almost 200m less climbing and 1km less distance - the lower sampling rate I've got recording with Endomondo appears to be cutting off corners and the peaks and troughs of the hills..
The heavy fog meant we couldn't even see the near short of the bay, let alone seeing Nova Scotia across the water as suggested by the interpretive film, but it made for comfortably cool riding conditions.
Dinner was lobster which Jennifer had bought from Jim on the pier - apparently the last of the catch from Saint Martins for the season which had just closed a few days before we arrived.
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| Before the pot... |
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| ...and after |
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