Camping on Two Wheels, con’t

Day 3
Baddeck campround–>circumnavigate via Cabot Trail—>Baddeck campground

190 miles

Today was easy. Ride the Cabot Trail, a 280 mile long highway in Northern Cape Breton, a world class ride of spectacular natural beauty.

We left at 8:15, after brewing up some Rock City coffee .

I had a bottle of yogurt drink that I ate before we left.
It was the right decision to turn up the left side of the big island. We didn’t see many cars at all for the first 55 miles, taking us all the way up to the French culture town of Cheticamp. The lack of cars on the way made it especially easy to extend the capabilities of my motorcycle, as I cracked the throttle up the steep hills, and let the bike lean way over in the sweeping turns.
In Cheticamp we checked into the Tim Horton’s coffee/donut shop. I was in a very good place. I had a coffee and toasted bagel with cream cheese. The air was refreshing, probable due to the constant wind, cooled as it passed over the offshore waters.

Cape Breton is an island located in the north of the Province of Nova Scotia, Canada. The Trail winds around the northern shore of Cape Breton passing very close to the shoreline. The ride also includes traveling across through the magnificent highlands of Cape Breton National Park.

On the way back around after passing over the top of the Cape, we stopped at a sort of convenience store somewhere near Ingonish. It was time to grab some food that we would eat later. They didn’t have too much to choose from, and I ended up opening up a cooler and found something that was described as a ground rib sandwich. They had no means for making up sandwiches. I also grabbed a Gatoraid, as it was really getting hot out and I needed to rapidly realign my electrolytes. The sandwich was pretty poor, sort of gritty, cold , and the sauce was probably thinly coated catsup.

Pat collapsed on the grass in the shade outside of the store.

I’ve ridden the Cabot Trail three times before. Those rides had been completed counterclockwise. Most people who ride motorcycles or bicycles prefer that direction because counterclockwise places the rider in the outside travel lane, where you get closer views and allows safer egress for viewing. Or stopping to brew up coffee, which we did at a picnic area on top of Old Smokey ( mountain).

At our brew up, we witnessed a bit of parking lot drama from our picnic table under a open sided shelter. An RV rolled into the lot, and oriented itself closely to the last available picnic table. Just as the elderly couple was taking their time before exiting the RV another small vehicle pulled beside them and a man jumped out of the driver’s side, carrying a cooler, which he plunked down on the table, seating himself assertively. The woman from the RV stopped walking in mid track when she looked up and saw Interlopers! She threw her hands up in the air, frowned, and stomped back to her RV. Then the white RV drove back and forth for a while, blocking everyone’s view, and eventually rumbled off.
Even in the wilderness, where people are obviously on vacation, the “ jerk world” may encroach on your space. My definition of survival extends to these types of scenes, events where you might need to quickly adapt to some sort of situation.

We packed up and rode back toward Baddeck, enjoying the very brief Englishtown Ridge ferry ride on Rt. 312.

Our second event of the day was to visit the Alexander Graham Bell Museum in Baddeck.
(From Wikipedia) Alexander Graham Bell (3 March 1847 – 2 August 1922) was an eminent scientist, inventor and innovator who is widely credited with the invention of the telephone. His father, grandfather and brother had all been associated with work on elocution and speech, and both his mother and wife were deaf, profoundly influencing Bell’s life’s work. His research on hearing and speech further led him to experiment with hearing devices that eventually culminated in Bell being awarded the first U.S. patent for the invention of the telephone in 1876.
Many other inventions marked Bell’s later life including groundbreaking work in hydrofoils and aeronautics. In 1888, Alexander Graham Bell became one of the founding members of the National Geographic Society.
In reflection, Bell considered his most famous invention an intrusion on his real work as a scientist and refused to have a telephone in his study.

After we toured the museum, it was on to the local supermarket, where we each gathered up supper and tomorrow’s breakfast items.

We headed back to the campsite, where all we had to do was get into our swim suits and hit the uncrowded pool again.

We started a fire later on, with ample deadwood all around the site. We roasted up hot dogs, and made up a batch of chili-cheese dogs, spooning out chili from a can and topping them with sliced cheese.

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