Leaving Grand Lake, we headed northwest across interior Nova Scotia and we were treated to some sun and some pretty rolling hills and farmland. Very different riding here, higher speed, sweeping curves, no cliffs.
We were racing a freight train much of the way, it was a tie, though it's not really a fair race since we have to stop whenever it crosses the road. No pictures. Having too much fun.
We stopped in Truro at the CatShack, a motorcycle and four wheeler mechanic/dealer, to get some Different chain lube for Naomi's bike. the off-road stuff we had been using was flinging off all over her tire in the rain. They helped us clean it up and gave us some tips on chain maintenance. The the parts counter guy came up to Naomi and said, "how's she cuttin' there bye?" which as it turns out has nothing to do with the bike. It means "how are you" and an appropriate answer would be "fair to middlin." Anyway, he talked with us a bit about his K75, and about our trip. We also enjoyed another brief glimpse of the sun.
From Truro, high speed roads to New Glasgow and back to the coast, though a different one this time, the Northwest coast between Nova Scotia and PEI. We again rode into the rain. Saw a dirt side road out to a point and took it to a lighthouse. There was something round and red/orange in the rough water off the point. Either a buoy or a life raft. Couldn't tell. Contemplated calling the coast guard. Didn't. Sorry if that meant someone didn't get rescued, but figured that call would the butt of a joke about the idiot tourists calling in an emergency buoy. Who makes lifeboat shaped buoys anyway?? There was another family there, and they took some pictures for us and recommended that we stop at The Normaway Inn in Margaree.