Do they think there is some legion of road fairies who come along and magically cause to disappear all the beer cans, pop cans, coffee cups, KFC boxes, etc, etc, fucking etc.
We were out on the back roads today more than following the Confederation Trail because we wanted to check out Georgetown, Montague and the Three Rivers area. This Sunday morning was beautiful and sunny and the roads were nice, rolling ones with little traffic.
The idyllic countryside made the visual offense of the roadside litter all the more irksome. The province really needs to do an awareness program for these recalcitrant motorists (admittedly, I've seen the odd bit of trash on the edge of bike paths obviously generated by cyclists but that is a rare occurrence) in order to shame them into some civic pride as it detracts from the image of the island portrayed in all their ads.
In any event, we had some really nice riding in hot but pleasant weather. On our way to Georgetown we passed through Cardigan before picking up a spur of the trail that would take us all the way to the end of the line at the train station converted into a restaurant.
Georgetown has a pamphlet that provides information on some of the historic homes and buildings in town, which was a pleasant way to stroll around while also checking out the various craft and artisan shops.
You can't load too much onto a bike but I did pick up some Bacon Peanut Brittle from the Maroon Pig that was yummy.
On our way out of town, we stopped for lunch at Eden's Gate. The restaurant doesn't look like much from the outside but the food was very good especially the tomato based seafood stew that was brimming with fresh mussels in the shell and had nice chunks of lightly toasted bread for dipping into the broth.
It was a bit difficult to get moving again but we headed out of town on route 3 and then picked up the spur trail leading into Montague. We passed over one bridge that gave a nice elevated view of one of the Three Rivers.
We reached Montague in no time arriving at another end of the line, this one with the remnants of a railway turntable just before the train station that was now a welcome centre and cafe. We welcomed a couple of coffees and an Apple-not-so-Crisp before strolling around the harbour. Apparently, the end of June is the last day of the lobster season in this area so a lot of traps were already being pulled from the water.
Our visit to the local museum was very brief since it turned out to be closed on Sundays.
The shadows were starting to lengthen and that was our signal to start heading back to St. Peter's Bay. The most direct route was on the 4 road and then the 313 or Cardigan road so we got to ride by even more litter strewn along another rural road.
Still, once we got off the 4, there was some sweet riding on the quiet, straight road with the temperature coming down with the setting sun and the kilometers vanished under our wheels.
Unfortunately, we didn't make it back to town before, Rick's, the only restaurant in town, closed at the uncivilized hour of 7 pm. So, we headed home and made do with the remnants of our food stuffs from the previous evening, which turned out to be just perfect when matched with the perfect companion.
An excellent day of riding where we clocked up 90K and still had lots of time to visit a new section of the island and taste some yummy seafood and Bacon Brittle.
Mission accomplished.
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