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Discussion in 'Ride Reports - Epic Rides' started by Keithag65, Jan 8, 2019.
Piss into a plastic container.... dispose of in McD
Paradise to Five Islands
I spent a nice evening just outside Paradise, NS.
The best thing about waking up everyday is that I get to ride my motorcycle again.
No bad days, right!
Weee! Let's go!
I got on some good back roads as I made way to Hall's Harbor. It's a dead end down there and a steep drop going in.
This is the only picture I got.
I then made my way to Wolfville. Apparently Wolfville is a college town. Acadia University.
I parked on the main street and went into a coffee shop.
Then a guy comes up to me and starts making conversation. Turns out he lives close by and has an adventure business in Costa Rica.
He's starting a new motorcycle website and wanted to interview me about my trip.
Later we go for a ride and he takes me to Windsor for some lunch and beer.
It was a good time, but I was ready to keep riding.
Day 29 Cont'd
After Wolfville and Windsor I had a nice ride up to Truro on back country roads.
I fueled up and kept going.
If you don't know about the Bay of Fundy and the crazy tides, look it up.
Day 29 Cont'd
Like every other evening, I started looking for good place to camp.
I passed up a lot places before I backtracked to a spot that I had seen earlier.
I went down this long dead end road, but nothing good materialized.
I think I found a good spot, except for the awful mosquitos. The guy who owned the property told me his neighbor was motorcycle world traveler. I would meet him the next morning.
Taking a leak in a bottle while in the tent is fine. Leaving a log in the yard......not so much.
Motorcycle camping tips No. 212: When expecting to set up camp in a neighborhood or other high traffic area, pick up a can of Pringles during the days ride. Munch the Pringles as a snack throughout the riding day. When digested, Pringle's chips act as a starch binder creating firm, dry and well shaped stools which are optimum for passing. Eat the Pringles as a pre dinner appetizer or with dinner. When nature calls whether its later that night or next morning grab the now empty Pringle's can and head for the cover of your tent. Squat over it like you're a porn star about to earn your pay. Carefully and delicately move the contents of your bowels into it. For flair, give your keister a final giggle-wiggle and then wipe first with napkin and then with alcohol wipe. Clean hands with second alcohol wipe and place all of these paper products into semi-full can. Finally replace the plastic cap over the Pringles can. You now have utilized a fully self contained bathroom system right in the side yard of a busy neighborhood. You can then discard the vile vessel any way you see fit.
It's nice that you found a pistol isn't required as a 'carry-on' in Canada..
I just like having it when I'm camping. I camp in some spooky spots sometimes.
Also avoids any extended overnights in provincial prison.
Thanks for the RR Keith! Nice write-up and pics - good job. I'll be in NS for a week this June - I'm taking notes. Inbred - I'll never look at a Pringles can the same.
I can't decide if this is more brilliant or disturbing. :)
Tennis ball cans work great too. Emptied, you can used them to store paper products, food items, tools or whatever in your pannier. Then when you are camped in a populated, visible place like where Keithag65 likes to camp, the vessel is there at the ready for possible tent turding. Trust me, if a team of engineers got together to design the perfect travel dump vessel it would be a Pringles or Tennis ball can. My fav is Pringles cause it's opaque and aluminum foil lined. Be careful with tennis ball cans too, however as there is sometimes a sharp aluminum rim underneath the cap. Once I was relieving myself in the vestibule of my dark tent and I must've bunkered down a bit too hard on the can and I cut the inside of my butt cheeks in a circular pattern. I bled for 24 hours. When I got home after the motorcycle trip, I was stepping out of the shower as the old lady was squatting on the toilet. As I bent to towel off my feet she must have noticed the strange circular scar. "Jesus Christ," she said, "It's not the cheating that bothers me, its the crazy shit you're into." Anyway, you get the picture. I suggest we stop all this talk of where and how we relieve ourselves. People will start looking at Keithag65's absolutely awesome ride report and walk away thinking of body functions.
Did a ten day trip to Nova Scotia this past summer and am loving the different sites. After getting opinions from a ton of locals, my buddies and I opted to do Cape Breton Island counter clockwise.
Five Islands to Machias, ME
I spent the morning in the kitchen with my host neighbor. He had just returned from a trip to Inuvik. He's also done some other motorcycle traveling around the world and usually does a write for a magazine. I can't remember his name though.
Today I would be leaving Canada. I've really enjoyed my time up here, but I was ready to get back to some more reasonable beer prices.
I was going to cross the mountains near here on some gravel. It was nice to get off pavement for awhile.
After I made it to Amherst the wind picked up. Holy shit! I was leaning hard to my left and was still getting pushed out of my lane. My stomach was in a knot. I had to go through about 15 miles of this. Not fun!
Alma was a nice little place. Looked touristy. Some low tides here.
Day 30 Cont'd
Today was a long riding day. I didn't take many pictures.
I was looking forward to seeing St. John's, but it was mostly covered in fog.
I made it back to Calais, fueled up, and set out to retrieve my weapon.
I had marked the location on the GPS, but it was easy to find.
I parked the bike on the side road and walked into the woods to find it. I was having a little trouble locating the hole and rock that I put it under when a Jeep pulled into the driveway. Murphy's law!
He saw my bike there then noticed me in the trees. I just walked out to him, pulled my helmet off and said, "Hey, I hope you don't mind but I needed to stash something before I went into Canada. I thought this looked like a good place."
He said, "No problem, as long as it's not a gun or anything."
I said, "No no, it's not a gun."
He said, "That's cool. Just some weed or something?"
I said, "Yah it's just a little smoke."
Just like that, I had a full kit again and ready to roll on down the road.
I made it as far as Machias, ME when it was starting to get dark. I passed a Napa that had a picnic table out back.
It looked like a good spot to camp.
A delivery truck pulled up next to me in the middle of the night to off load. It was so loud, like a freaking jet. Oh well.
Machias, ME to Lincolnville ME
I got my breakfast and wifi at McDonald's. Then I really needed to do some laundry.
I found a place in town and spent the better part of the morning there.
It was great riding down the coast of Maine. Light traffic and nice scenery. There are so many lakes in this part of the country.
I wanted to go out to Ba Habor. That's how they say it here, Ba Habor.
I stopped to fuel and talked to a delivery driver about going out there. He said avoid it at this time of year. Very crowded. I went anyway.
I stopped to relax and drink a beer on the way out.
My mosquito repellant. The guy I met in Wolfville Nova Scotia gave me this neck buff. He had them made. It came in real handy.
Day 31 Cont'd
I went out to Bar Harbor and yep, it was really crowed. I didn't stop. I just kept riding and made the loop around and out of there.
I kinda look like a young, peaceful, liberal protester here.
It was getting time for an oil change. I picked up the oil earlier and then came across a small automotive repair shop. I stopped and asked if I could change my oil out back.
They were so nice and helpful. They provided me with a pan and some rags.
Day 31 Cont'd
It was a very relaxing, short day riding today. The coast of northern Maine is so pretty.
Belfast really stood out as a nice place.
I took some side roads off the 1 to see if I could find a good place to target for camping.
I came across this and thought it would make a good picture.
Farther down the road I got back on the 1 and checked out a couple places before I pulled into a driveway. A guy come out to talk to me and I asked if it would be ok to put a tent up for the night. He talked to his mother and she was more than happy to have me.
So many nice people out there when you stop to talk to them.
This would be another great camp spot just south of Linclonville on Hwy 1.
OK, break's over...Looking forward to Day 32. I'm doing a similar trip this spring from Northern CA, only, for the most part, I'm circling the edges of the U.S. and crossing into Canada a few times, including N.S. Thanks for taking the time to do this.
wow, great trip and great report. Thanks for taking your time to share your trip with us.