We woke up at a decent time and left the campsite without a campground manager berating us first thing in the morning, so we were off to a better start already. This campground reminded me of Saskatchewan campgrounds, but with a thick forest surrounding us. Our actual site was more in the open, and gave us a chance to talk to the people camping across from us.
The tire was a little flat but not bad. We pumped it up at the first gas station to its recommended p.s.i. It should be good to get to Moncton, which has a population of about 130,000 people — which, with our luck, has approximately zero tire shops. That’d be a very high, and very unusual, people-to-tire shop ratio.
Vanessa and Kelly made pretty good time and we pulled into a big truck stop near a town called Salisbury. We were only 20-30 km from our campsite by Moncton. It was a good day for riding but it looked like it could rain at any moment. I still thought it was necessary to inspect the quality of the pavement the cyclists were riding on (photo left). We pulled into Moncton at about 6 p.m. and went straight for the campground.Vanessa and I thought it’d be nice to check out Magnetic Hill (top photo), so we took the van onto the hill and it was pretty fun. I drove down (up) what I thought was the hill, and put it in neutral. We began rolling backwards. “This is Magnetic Hill”, I said. Vanessa just thought I had the van in reverse and was giving it gas, but no, we were rolling up a “hill”.
Afterwards, I booked the ferry from Nova Scotia to Newfoundland.
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