GBT-Greenwich Beach Time

Today we spent a gentle day at the Greenwich National Park just down the road but not before fixing another freakin' flat on Sarah's rear tire. Turns out, once I got the tube out and inflated to see where the hole was that it was actually a defect in the tube from manufacturing! Talk about bad luck. I guess that is a lesson learned to check your spares before a big trip because they might be duds.

Anyway, before all that, we had an interesting breakfast with two couples who had flown to the Bnb from Ottawa in their own kit-built planes. Their trip took three hours instead of my three weeks to get here.

Pretty handy that there happened to be a grass landing strip right beside the Bnb (more grass to cut!).

The planes took off after breakfast giving us a flyover salute as they turned and headed west. We then got flying, I mean cycling, to the park.

Greenwich is the poor sister of PEI National Parks to the more lavish Cavendish beach but it has a large Interpretation Centre, a supervised beach with shower facilities and some really incredible natural scenery. 

Not to be missed is the Greenwich Dunes Trail. You can bike to the start of it from the Interpretation Centre and then walk out to the dunes through a short forested section (bug spray highly recommended!) before coming to an amazingly long floating boardwalk that crosses Bownley Pond to get to the dunes at the shore.

It was pretty spectacular as we had waited until the end of the day to do this walk and there was no one else on the trail or this section of the beach.

It was as if Mother Nature (with the help of Parks Canada to create the trail) had constructed this landscape just for us.

With the sun getting lower in the sky, we returned across the boardwalk.

The bugs in the forest spurred us onto our bikes and away to the Bnb though we stopped at Lin's Takeout on the road for some Seafood (Fried) Delight though we would have killed for a nice, cold beer after spending another day under the unusually hot for PEI sun. PEI, however, is not Quebec and the nearest store selling beer is in Morell. Oh, for the rum running days, when you could just go down to the local bootleggers for your alcoholic needs.

We had to suffice with a Ginger Ale and wait until we got to the Magdalens tomorrow where beer can be had at any corner store.

Still, it was a wonderful way to spend our last full day on the island. I will miss it as we ride to the ferry in Souris tomorrow but am looking forward to a boat ride and some new islands to explore by bike.