Day 83 Friday, July 30, 2010 Distance 72.16 km. Time 3 hr. 57 min. Total so far 5728.37 km. Today is Dave’s 64th birthday. We left a little later than usual. We headed up Hwy 4 and passed a place called Roseneath which is the same name as the place where daughter, Melissa, lives in Ontario. It's amazing in all these provinces how the same names repeat themselves. When we reached Hwy. 5 we turned west and were going great guns past soy bean, oat and potato fields grown in the very red soil until we both heard a loud ping sound. Blackie had broken a spoke on the back wheel. We turned into the entrance of the potato field and turned the bicycle over and Dave did the needed repairs. He is getting pretty good at it and about half an hour later, we were on the way again. The potato fields smell so nice right now because the plants are all in blossom. We turned at Hwy. 22 and bicycled to the visitor center in Mount Stewart. There we met Jack, Jay and Dora who are heading to St. Peter’s today. They are on a supported tour so most of their belongings are carried for them and the lodgings are all arranged as well. We crossed the Hillsborough River and headed south on Hwy. 2 until we reached Hwy. 6 at which point we headed west. We ate lunch at a baseball diamond bench at Grand Tracadie . It was starting to get cooler and more overcast. We continued on winding Hwy. 6 until we came to a corner where a lady was selling Thrum mitts. Dave had looked at a pair of these in Newfoundland but hadn’t purchased them so this time since it was his birthday, I said I would buy them for him. Thrum mitts are knitted but have pieces of wool inside that make them thick and warm. The skein of wool is called a boving and the little pieces of it are called thrums. We came near Oyster Bed Bridge and decided to camp. At first the owner at Bayfield Campground said he was full. I really don’t like that at the end of the day when I see acres of grass in the place and all we want is a littlle patch of it. I decided to leave and find a stealth spot but Dave stayed to get some water and then got called back in. Apparently now the guy had some room. I was across the road on a nice piece of grass with a view of the water. I don’t know who owned it but I would have tried to camp there. Dave called me over to the site we had been given and we set up next to a lady with a couple small children. Later under their picnic canopy building where we could plug in the computer, I did a blog and also talked to Sarah, Chris and Tryne on Skype. They vacationed with Chris’ parents in this part of PEI last year. They told us about a local restaurant with all-you-can-eat seafood. On bicycles though, you stay parked for the night once you camp so we didn’t go there. Even though PEI has no moose, deer or bear, this campground had a pesky chipmunk that could sidle right up the tents so we hung our food by a rope in a nearby tree. I tried to call our friend, Clara, who we met on the NFL ferry three times without any luck. Then we went to bed which we always look forward to because we are always tired. I wonder why?
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