Day 55 — Wednesday, August 13

Hawkshaw to Gagetown
We woke up and after getting the van packed, we all sat down and threw some ideas around regarding the ferry situation. Which was necessary because none of really knew what we should do.

We were about to conclude our little meeting, but this old, balding guy mowing the lawn (and likely the owner or co-owner of the campground) drove his ride-on-mower, which was apparently fueled by angst, over our way. He came to accuse us of not paying for a site with electricity (which we were using) and that we were well past check-out time (11:00 a.m.).

After having a bit of an argument with us, he roared his lawnmower and he sped off as fast as he could (7 km/hr). Moments later we checked both our receipt and the time. The receipt showed we paid for electricity, and the time was 10:45 a.m. Genius.

We racked the bikes on Highway 2 and drove into Fredericton (photo right) for lunch. We ate at a Smitty’s which seemed a bit more expensive than I remember. After inspecting my fish and chips closely, I discovered my meal was actually made out of gold. Now the price made sense to me.

We went to Sport Chek where Kelly got a tube and then we aimed for a bike shop to buy more. Kelly had bought the last one in stock at Sport Chek. On the way, we were stopped at a traffic light and a man drove up beside us and directed us to our back tire where we had a flat. We pulled into the next gas station and pumped it up. It held air so I suspected a very small leak. We had to get it repaired sometime in the next day or two.

Just before pumping up our tire a woman jogged over and was very curious in what we were doing. Her daughter was taking a masters degree in neuroscience (somewhere I can’t recall), so I insisted she take a look at the ground-breaking neuroscience research happening at U of L as she might find it interesting. Unlike me, she might actually understand what they’re doing.

Vanessa and Kelly made pretty good time today and after a few stops, we pulled into a campsite near Gagetown. Gagetown is actually just a small village, which we didn’t even see. Later that evening a few gusts of wind took Allan's tent for a ride. Photo left is him retrieving it. It was originally to the left of the other tent shown in the photo.

We haven’t had internet in a few days and we discovered that it’s not even offered in this area to the locals. I guess we’ll have to wait until tomorrow to get on what I like to call “the net” for short.