Saint Jacques to, "We are tired so we are camping here"! July 31/14

We started out on the rail trail we camped on but after two kilometers it started to get rough from the quads ripping it up so we decided to cut our losses and head the two kilometers back and the main road. We then took a secondary road, which was a little on the rough side but a lot quieter. As it turns turns out this road crosses over a dam that is in the process of being repaired and cannot be crossed. I missed the sign that says, "Road Closed" and continued on for 15kms. When we stopped for food and drink at the Tilly General store the cashier told us about the situation with the dam. We got to talking and was offered a ride back to the detour turn off since her and her husband were heading in that direction and could take our bikes in their truck. Not one to turn down a conversation with someone from the area, I said yes. We had a three hour wait so I sat down with the general store's has gas bar attendant, who looked about forty, and asked him a few questions.

"Did you grow up here?"
"Yes. I live with my parents down the street."
"Are your parents from here?"
"Yes."
"How about your grandparents?"
"Yes. See the house there? That's where my grandmother lives."
"A friend and I are riding our bikes coast to coast and I'm posting the trip online. Would you like to follow it?"
"I don't go on the internet much."
"Ok. It was nice talking to you."

At six we loaded our bikes into the back of the truck and headed to the detour. We were dropped off on an old part of the Trans Canada Highway and said our good byes. If we were ever to come by this part of New Brunswick again to be sure and drop in any time. And you never know it just might happen.

We headed down the old highway then transferred onto the new one beside it, the #2 Trans Canada and on we went. And on and on! When we got in this thing we didn't check to see how far to the next exit was. I checked later and it was 50kms. To far for the amount of light left. So we dragged the bikes and gear up onto a secondary cross road and set up camp next to a potato field and had a good night's sleep. The next morning we got back onto the number 2 highway and traveled the 13kms to the next off ramp. Lesson learned, never assume there are off ramps when you need them.

We Are Now In The Land Of The Potato!