Wednesday was our ride around the north of Cape Breton Island on the Cabot trail. This was the furthest from home that we will get, and was the centerpiece and main impetus for the trip. It's one of the most scenic drives in the world.
It's also frequently socked in with fog, which we've come to learn after experiencing exactly that ourselves after a day of rain and humidity.
We also dealt with two construction zones, hard packed wet dirt climbing up to the highlands. Our scenic pictures are attached.
It did clear up for us around noon, after the most photogenic areas were behind us, but in time for us to get at least some enjoyment out of it. I had been trying to hatch a plan in my head to rearrange dome reservations and ride it in the other direction the next day, since we don't often find ourselves here 1,500 miles from home, but we ended up not needing to.
We stopped in at Mom & Dad's campsite, had a beer with them, and bid them farewell. 35 miles further down the road, we are checked in here in Port Hawkesbury and have found a car wash to get all the mud and grit off our bikes. Another late evening, but still got pep in our step and are playing it as it comes.
Thursday, we are back over the causeway, bound for the other end of Nova Scotia and its largest city.
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