NewBrunswick is a hard place to figure out. For seasoned bikers (that is a lie), we have been totally surprised by what it has brought us. When crossing the border I have had a hard time trying to understand what this place is all about. A place where there is a weird mix of francophone’s and Anglophones placed randomly throughout the meandering river valleys and rolling hills. French accents and weird offshoots of a Neufies. Biking through New Brunswick keeps you guessing, smashing you with steep hills then bluffing you with long declines into the valleys. A true gypsy of a province.
On our first true day of biking through the province, we were tested. After crossing into the Maritime Time Zone we were exhausted after losing an hour of sleep. Our lethargic demeanor had us struggling up hills in thirty-degree heat. It wasn’t the heat or the hills or our inability to plan for meals in desolate areas, it was the people who kept us going. The typical stereotype of people from the Maritimes being friendly has been highlighted so far. Wherever we go, people are stopping us to chat or honking to cheer us on. When we pull into a town people are offering help, asking about our story and wanting to keep conversations for over 15 minutes. Let me play you through a quick conversation with a local New Brunswickian:
Us: “Hi there, by chance do you know where the nearest grocery store is?”
Local: “Why hello there, where do you come from?”
Us: “Any suggestions of a store near by?”
Local: “Ahhh, I actually have two boys and a girl, one more on the way!”
Us: ”That’s awesome! Is there a local market anywhere?”
Local: “You’re looking for food?, Why don’t you come to my place and we will cook up something for you.”
**Most of these conversations happen on a daily basis, I don’t know if we look hopeless or if they just want to help!
As this sun continues to shine down on us. It has given me the ability to realize that Scott does as good in the sun as an ice cube. Russ has developed insanely gross tan lines(Something that I have seen to much of) and Sean has somehow made a trendy tank top tan line look cool. As the day went on we eventually made the decision to pick a camping spot along the river on a different highway. Cutting down through Florenceville( The French Fry Capital of Canada) we took a beautiful ride right on the river. What we didn’t know is that after 150 km of biking, we had a 5 km bike up a massive hill to our campsite near the Covered Bridge golf course. Overall a good day for the boys. This heat is getting crazy! Love you Bye. Ryan
On our first true day of biking through the province, we were tested. After crossing into the Maritime Time Zone we were exhausted after losing an hour of sleep. Our lethargic demeanor had us struggling up hills in thirty-degree heat. It wasn’t the heat or the hills or our inability to plan for meals in desolate areas, it was the people who kept us going. The typical stereotype of people from the Maritimes being friendly has been highlighted so far. Wherever we go, people are stopping us to chat or honking to cheer us on. When we pull into a town people are offering help, asking about our story and wanting to keep conversations for over 15 minutes. Let me play you through a quick conversation with a local New Brunswickian:
Us: “Hi there, by chance do you know where the nearest grocery store is?”
Local: “Why hello there, where do you come from?”
Us: “Any suggestions of a store near by?”
Local: “Ahhh, I actually have two boys and a girl, one more on the way!”
Us: ”That’s awesome! Is there a local market anywhere?”
Local: “You’re looking for food?, Why don’t you come to my place and we will cook up something for you.”
**Most of these conversations happen on a daily basis, I don’t know if we look hopeless or if they just want to help!
As this sun continues to shine down on us. It has given me the ability to realize that Scott does as good in the sun as an ice cube. Russ has developed insanely gross tan lines(Something that I have seen to much of) and Sean has somehow made a trendy tank top tan line look cool. As the day went on we eventually made the decision to pick a camping spot along the river on a different highway. Cutting down through Florenceville( The French Fry Capital of Canada) we took a beautiful ride right on the river. What we didn’t know is that after 150 km of biking, we had a 5 km bike up a massive hill to our campsite near the Covered Bridge golf course. Overall a good day for the boys. This heat is getting crazy! Love you Bye. Ryan
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