East Coast Tour - Day 12

Thursday, September 22, 2011 - Newtown - 102 km

Rode out into St. John fog towards the town of Loch Lomand and the airport. We kept our lights on as sometimes the fog was quite heavy and traffic, while very polite, was busy. After about 25 km, the fog cleared and the sun came out. It got very warm so we shed our layers and rode on now through wooded countryside with very light traffic. I guess it is moose hunting season because we saw lots of hunters on the road and some dead moose in the backs of pickup trucks. Today was also a day for dogs. At least three times we got attacked, sometimes by several at onec. One big dog came barking at us but then just started running along beside us for a long way. A big truck showed up and the dog attacked the truck, then became aggressive with us whch got us yelling and two women came out of a house to our aid. At this point, their cat also came out of the house, which was now the focus of the dog's attention who then chased it up a tree with the women freaking out. The dog then switched its attention between the three of us and the cat now, (Katja had booted it out of there down the road), until another neighbour joined in on the commotion. A dude on an ATV showed up, at which point the dog started attacking the ATV. The women called the cops and I hightailed it out of there at that point. Note to self; bring bear spray next time in New Brunswick. Note to dog owners who do not tie up aggressive dogs; FUCK OFF. Other than the the dog attacks, the days ride was fabulous through rolling countryside with nice views of pasture and forests. In sussex we stopped at a cute coffe shop for a break and had some yummy cinnamon rolls. We continued on towards Petitcodiac and then spied an old trail into the woods which made for a good access to a suitable camping spot.

Foggy day in St. John. I hear this is normal.

Ahh... another clear day.

Lunch spot by a river.

Ooops... must have been windy that day.

Silly looking cows.

A cat, hiding from the herds of dogs.

Our last campsite.

Dish drying sculpture.

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