The trail is well maintained in this section though there is a bit more grass growing through in sections and, of course, the gates of Hell to contend with at every road crossing. There are more information panels along the trail here.
And there was even a wheelchair accessible port-a-pottie at one point though I'm not sure how a wheelchair would fare on the crushed stone trail.
At one point we passed fields of wild blueberries but were cautioned by signs that it was a farm and not to pick them. So, how can they be wild, I wondered? But the boxes of bees situated in the fields kept us from stopping too long.
Still, I had to stop and take a picture of these bizarre blue tents in another field.
My only guess was that they were situated at the corners of a pentagram for some midnight Satanic ritual. Not wanting to investigate further, we carried on to Mount Stewart where we stopped by the side of the Hillsborough river for a picnic lunch.
We finished lunch off with coffee and a cinnamon bun fresh out of the oven at the Thoughtful Squash Cafe.
It took a little while to get rolling again but we managed to pedal off a few more kilometers and made it to Morell where the ubiquitous Maritime activity of grass cutting was in evidence. I don't think I've gone more than an hour on this whole trip without coming across someone feverishly fighting to conquer the green.
After Morell, the trail followed the south shore of St. Peter's Bay all the way to the town of the same name.
Our Bnb for our stay is located just outside of town near Cable Head and, of course, requiring us to ride up a hill to get there but we eventually do and there is a welcoming sign at the front.
We get settled in and showered and are off again into town to find some supper at Rick's Fish and Chips. Apparently this place was featured on a Food Network show for its fish and chips. We thought they were ok but it was the marinated mussels that really blew us away. We even asked for some bread to soak up the liquid and then devoured the leaf of lettuce at the bottom of the plate.
After dinner, we headed over to the Circle Club for its Friday night dance and Ceilidh. For only four bucks each, we were treated to an evening of downhome music and dancing with a mid-evening lunch of tea, tea biscuits and pastries thrown in.
We were made to feel very welcome by the regulars and it was pretty amazing to hear many songs that my mother use to sing around the kitchen table. Sarah got a kick out of me knowing the words to these old Country and Western songs. Songs I use to hate as a kid but somehow have stayed implanted in my memory through hearing Mom sing them over and over again with her guitar.
We had thought there might be some square dancing during the night and there was but they did not have a caller so we didn't join in. It was fun, though, to watch the people dancing the steps and swinging their partners without any need for someone to sing out what to do next because they had been doing it their whole lives.
It was dark by time we left and had to bike the 3 kilometers back to the Bnb along the dim road. It was a bit disconcerting but the beautiful night sky full of stars compensated for it and finished off a great day on the island.
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