First off I want to talk about one of my last blogs. This was the ‘Sean Neville top ten highlights’. This certain highlight was the "Beware of Deer" signs and how the person up front always yells “Flying Deer”. At this time we thought of these so called flying deer to be as common as the Sasquatch. You hear about them all the time but never see one. Flying deer were extinct in my books! Boy was I wrong. My good friend Charles Paterson posted this photo on Instagram. Thanks to Charles we now all believe there is such a things as a 'flying deer'
Second, on this very day of July 11th,2012. We were biking along the hill fill landscape of New Brunswick when we noticed some very old cemeteries along the hill. Russ immediately had a light bulb light up above his head and turned to Ryan and said what would you do if you noticed your name on one of the tombstones? Next thing you know Marty Mcfly shoots through the O-zone layer with a flash! Shows up in his Dalorian with a picture of you. Marty says 'Ryan we have to get you back to the future, your face was fading in this family picture. Then Doc jumps out of the passenger seat comes and yells 'Great Scott!!!!' we soon realized later that night, July 11th 2012 was the date that was actually in the movie as above in the picture. What a day to quote the movie Rusty!
We started our morning waking up on the covered bridge golf course campground. Packed up, biked down & up a 45% dirt road to get to the clubhouse for breakfast. This clubhouse ceased to amaze me, last night I have the Haddock fish dinner, unreal! This morning the breakfast was huge and cheap. It is amazing how nice the people of New Brunswick are. I'm pretty sure I reminisced with and hugged ten different people since we got here last night. On full stomachs we hit the road to Woodstock. Woodstock on May 1,1856 was the first incorporated town in New Brunswick. This cool little town set on the riverside was a great first stop on this very day. Beautiful buildings, people were nice and the grocery store was packed full of fruit bowls and sandwich's which got rusty pouch’s attention. Of course the peanut butter got Scotty’s. We decided to get back on the Trans Canada. I believe that this province is trying to prove itself to us as no one mentioned anything about hills, heat or head winds. They warned us about the rest. Our day consist of ups and downs, ups and downs and more ups and downs with a heat wave baking us. I swear I could have fired an egg on the pavement. We finally arrive to Coy Lake campground where we were greeted with granola bars and slush puppies from strangers and a quick dip in the pool. I must say the people are too nice in New Brunswick but the biking is not easy. Sean Neville