The day dawns clear and bright but my heart is in arrythmia. Damn, I put magnets on my heart spots, drink electrolytes and eat salty peanut butter for breakfast. No avail. I decide to ride slowly.
The wind shook my little tent all night.
Crossing Darling Lake.
I make Yarmouth about 8:00AM.
Family feeding ducks in Yarmouth park.
I find a McDonalds and upload my posts and make a phone call and eat more salty food. I ride and find the visitors center. I want directions to Cape Forchu to see the lighthouse. The visitors center has wifi and is very helpful.
The ferry from Maine stopped running two years ago. This is the abandoned terminal.
Lobstering is a major industry here as well as in Maine, and these colorful traps were enroute to Cape Forchu.
The fishing harbor. It is low tide, and the docks and boats float up 15 feet at high tide.
En route to Cape Forchu.
There are some amazing beaches at low tide.
The lighthouse at Cape Forchu.
My bike awaits my return from visitng the lighthouse. Leaving Yarmouth I find a Canadian Tire, which is actually a general store, and buy a big bottle of Methyl Hydrate for my Primus alcohol stove in the paint thinner isle. Then I stop at Dollar General and buy some crackers and two pairs of dollar sunglasses! All set to go!
When leaving Yarmouth the cycling road changes from route 1 to route 3. It’s called “the lighthouse route.”
Crossing the Tusket River. This used to be a major indian trading route.
Continuing with the theme of churches too big for their communities is the Iglese St Anne. She is circa 1799.
I find Glenwood Provincial Park and pop in to see if it is a good place for stealth camping. It is not, too many people, so I go for a very refreshing swim.
I find a place to stealth camp about 10 miles down the road. My tent is comfortably sheltered by pines on an abandoned road. I rode 49 miles today with arrythmia. I surprised myself how far I could go taking it easy. However, I had maliase all day.
Tomorrow it’s supposed to rain. You take the good with the bad.