'Granny Bought an eBike' - Episode 10

 

Episode 10

"There actually was a time when I couldn't imagine 
growing up to be a quirky old lady,

but here I am killing it."

- Anon

Grand Manan.

Mainland New Brunswick bound...

*

As we have ridden for the last time on this holiday, 

and 

as we are leaving first thing in the morning,

we load our bikes into the back of the truck

and fasten them firmly.

We spend the late afternoon and early evening packing up

the rest of our gear.

Then, we settle in to enjoy the evening, 

having a little 

'Farewell-to-Grand-Manan'

party for two,

with our East Coast playlist,

 a roaring campfire, 

and beer.

Our sunset view at low tide, 

Grand Harbour,

Grand Manan, NB

In the morning,

we are at the ferry terminal in plenty of time,

first in the queue 

for the first ferry of the day,

well equipped

with our travel mugs of coffee.

At the ferry terminal,

North Head, Grand Manan

Black's Harbour bound

The ferry is hugely fun to wander about,

but we like to spend almost all of our time aboard 

on deck,

watching Grand Manan slip into the 

distance.

Farewell

Ships passing...

Wind-blown on the port side

Once we've landed,

(an hour and a half journey),

we gas up the truck 

before heading in the direction of Fredericton.

We are aiming for an 'off-grid' shop in 

Lincoln NB,

 where we'll pick up batteries, (previously ordered), 

for our electrical system 

back home.

It is a bit of a juggle to make space for them,

but they are soon well wedged in 

with the bikes and kayaks.

Our plan for the rest of the day is to follow the meandering 

Saint John River

on secondary roads, stopping when and where we feel like it.

Meandering...

Rivière Saint-Jean

There are 'Cycle Route' signs along the riverside roads,

and it strikes us that this would be fun to do.

Another time maybe.

(Or another lifetime.)

Mactaquac,

 Nackawic,

 Woodstock,

 Hartland (potato chips and longest covered bridge),

 Grand Falls (amazing waterfall drops 23 metres),

 and the lovely 

Sainte-Anne-de-Madawaska

 with its beautiful 100-year-old church - local granite, 

and nestled into the slopes of the Appalachians...

(yes, those Appalachians).

It is a slow relaxed drive, ending for the night at

Edmundston, NB,

not far from the Quebec border.

*

After checking in to our hotel,

we, (as is our habit), spin down to the local pizzeria.

. 

We are wanting take-out, and I, (the one doing the talking), begin in french

as Edmundston is more than 90% french speaking.

The young man motions for me to stop, 

and fetches someone from the back who speaks english. 

My pride is ever so slightly wounded.

My french isn't that bad.

But at least I take comfort in the fact that 

I have a surname, (Renouf), that doesn't need to be 

spelt out for them.

We spend the half-hour wait in the restaurant part of the pizzeria,

and order two local beers.

 They are full-bodied and delicious. We are also quite taken by the 

lovely waitstaff, 

who ask where we're from and where we've been,

all while explaining the local beers

and serving a quite busy restaurant.

Nous aimons le Nouveau-Brunswick!

*To be continued*

Restez à l'écoute pour l'épisode 11....