Last updated 7/23/15 - the last post!  we are HOME.




7/2/15    one week to go to the start of my second motorcycle trip (my brother has made many.)  this year we will be headed to northeastern Canada - new Brunswick, nova scotia newfoundland, Labrador, prince Edward island, and quebec.  anticipate at least 5,000 miles. that's a hop skip and a jump compared to our trip last year of 11,000 miles to Alaska.

I've prepared the list of stuff to bring. got the bike inspected at Thunder Bikes in Port Jeff Station. made reservations for the 7 hour ferry ride from novascotia to newfoundland.  everything else we will play by ear.  that's how we roll.

here's our proposed trip:

expected duration is 14 days or less.

Check every day during our trip for updates and photos.

7/11  First day finally arrived. Up early. Met at the Port Jefferson ferry for a 7am ferry to Bridgeport.  Uneventful trip across the Sound. Arrived in Bridgeport Connecticut by 8;30 am and we’re finally off.

Our first stop will be in Portland Maine to visit Tony’ son, daughter in law and grandson.  Milo was born one year ago while we were on our trip to Alaska.  On the way there, in Massachusetts, the traffic was terrible. It added over an hour to the trip to Portland.

 3 hours into the trip Tony discovered he did not bring his passport or enhanced driving license which are needed for entry to Canada.  Fortunately his daughter Shannon was also heading to Portland for the one year birthday party, only at 6:00 pm. But Shannon left as soon as she got the call.   We arrived in Portland but were  there for 4 hours instead of one. Shannon had a tough trip up too but made it by 6pm.   We left as soon as she arrived and headed for Canada, better 6:00 than having to go all the way back and forth, we would have lost 7 hrs instead of three. Shannon saves the day and we got to spend some extra time with the Maine Fantigrossi’s.

We were headed for Saint John New Brunswick.  About 8:30pm it got dark. But we were still hours from the border.  We continued riding in the dark.  Backwoods roads, not highways! The trees were black.  The sky was black.  The moose were black.  Not good, but we pressed on at 70mph.  Fortunately we did not encounter any wildlife, but the adrenaline was flowing.

Finally about 11pm we arrived in Calais and the Canadian entry point.  Tony drove to the toll booth  to speak with the border security/ customs  cop. Unfortunately he saw a green light and thought that meant GO.  Not more than 10 feet past the toll booth a siren went off.  He stopped and about 6 armed officers ran out of the building to get him.  He explained his actions to their satisfaction after about 10 minutes, they reviewed his documents and let him enter Canada.  Good thing we waited for the passport in Portland or he would have gone to jail.  Too bad our border with Mexico is not as well protected.

I, of course, followed the rules and was allowed entry without incident.   We stopped at a nearby hotel in St. Stephens for the night.

 

 7/12  Got on the road today about 9am after some well needed sleep. We rode hard and long last night. As a result we missed our 8am ferry to Nova Scotia so we had to ride all the way to Halifax. On the way we got off the highway and took a coastal road so we could see the Bay of Fundy. 

bay of fundy- high tide



Lets stop for gas!
Which way should we go?

Back on the highway. As we got close to Nova Scotia, we encountered very high winds, and temperature change from 80’s to 60’s and had to wear warm clothes all day.

About 50 miles from Halifax, I noticed my volt meter was showing 11 volts.  Its normally 14 volts.  Apparently something is wrong.  We stopped for gas; did a quick analysis and determined something was wrong.   We decided to attempt to make it Halifax about 50 miles away.  As we were riding I monitored the volt meter.  It dropped from 11 to 10 volts in about half an hour, so I thought we could probably make it before the bike shut down.  But the voltage drop on the battery accelerated so that it dropped from 10 to 8 in a matter of minutes.  The gauges all shut down, the engine began to sputter.  I knew the end was near.  As it shut off I pulled to the side of the highway.   

I called Harley Davidson roadside assistance since I’m a HOG member.  They arranged for a tow truck to come and get us. We were about 15 miles from Halifax.  The truck arrived after waiting for an hour and a half.   Loaded the bike on the flatbed and off we go to the Harley dealer in Halifax.  Of course they are closed on Sunday. So we went to a nearby hotel. Unloaded the bike and locked it up.  We’ll go to the dealer tomorrow before they open at 8:30am.   We need to get the bike fixed and make it to Cape Bretton Island north of Nova Scotia to get the ferry to Newfoundland tomorrow evening.  The hotel we are staying in has a casino room. Of course, after dinner my brother had to play the slots.  After 10 minutes he was up$100 bucks and cashed out. I guess my brother had a better day then me.  Maybe he’ll pay for my bike?

waiting for tow truck

 

7/13   ( Sorry I couldn’t write last night since we didn’t have access to the internet as we were on the ferry from nova scotia to newfoundland.)

Woke up early in Halifax so we could get the bike to the Harley dealership before they opened so we could be first.  Got the bikes ready – took out and tied up the tow strap to the two bikes.  Tony was ready to tow me to the dealer. As we started to exit the parking lot, a gentleman with a Harley shirt came over to us. He said he worked at the dealership (later found out he was the general manager) and he would go get a trailer to get the bike to the shop.   So in 5 minutes he was back, we loaded my bike into the trailer, and off to the Harley store half a mile away.  We got there before they opened.   He said it would probably be either a small job or a big job.  Translation -  it will be a lot of money or a really lot of money.

 

By 1100am the bike was repaired, and I was out 705 Canadian dollars ($555).  Back to the hotel to checkout. Got on the road about 1130 headed for Cape Bretton Island about 400 miles away.

 

As we began we were on a 2 lane highway headed for the coastal road. A large tractor trailer was approaching us on the other side of the road. Nothing unusual.------Until it was adjacent to Tony. He was riding about 75 feet in front of me.  Then BOOMMMM. A tire on the truck exploded sending large shreds of the tire flying. There were pieces of tire flying all over the place.  2 large pieces flew over his head about 10 feet. He was able to evade the large pieces that flew into and landed in our lane and I followed.  We’re trained to keep our cool in the face of adversity.

small harbor along the way - rest stop
 

After that we took the coastal road from Halifax along the Atlantic Ocean.  150 miles of winding, curvy roads and no traffic or traffic lights.

 

After getting back to the main highway we headed for North Sydney to meet our ferry to Newfoundland.   We crossed the bridge onto Cape Bretton Island and 100 miles later arrived at the ferry terminal a couple of hours early.  Got in line with about 29 other bikers and hundreds of cars and trucks.  The ferry was huge. 8 lanes and 3 levels of vehicles. 

waiting in line at the ferry.

 We had a cabin with 2 beds and a bathroom with a window looking out the bow of the ship.   Not bad accommodations for the 7 hours overnight trip to Newfoundland.  Went to sleep shortly after we set sail at 1145pm. The ride was smooth and quiet.  Couldn’t tell we were on a ship.

P.S. (oh, by the way, the actual motorcycle riding from Halifax to the ferry along the southern waterfront road of nova scotia, called the marine highway, was exceptional) PS by ATF.

7/14 woke up about 630am. Looked out the window and saw the sun rising  to the east and Newfoundland off our bow. 

newfoundland shore from ferry

 

We arrived a bit early at 715am.  By 745 we were off the ship and headed north.  It was COLD. Temps down to 50 degrees. Needed heated jacket to keep warm.   We headed to Deer Lake, then Gros Morne Park, a scenic landscape of mountains and fjords.  Rode up the west coast of Newfoundland along the water.   Rocky coastline, small harbors.  Stopped a few times to put on or take off the heated jackets as the temperatures varied a lot 50’s to 70’s.

Gros Morne Park

After riding for 400 miles we stopped early in St. Barbe for the night. Need a good night sleep.

our room on the coast

 

 

 
 
 
 
 

PS (again the actual riding has been incredible)

7/15  Up early today. On the road by 8am 

our cabin in St. Barbe

. Left our cozy cabin headed north to St. Anthony’s.  it was originally visited by the Vikings around 1000AD.  It is located on the farthest north peninsula in newfoundland.  The road we traveled on to get there is known as the Viking trail.  Temperatures were in the low 50’s when we started.   The ride up there traveled along the west coast.  Although sunny and beautiful, we needed heated jackets to keep warm.

 

After arriving in the town, we proceeded to the lighthouse at the point.   The shoreline is quite impressive. Soaring granite cliffs to the south.  While walking around we spotted a large iceberg in the harbor entrance. 

 

 

 

 

iceberg in St. Anthony's

 

These icebergs travel here from Greenland in the currents, taking about a year  to make the trip. this one apparently ran aground  and will stay there till it melts  a bit.

Tony stood on the cliffs overlooking the ocean looking for whales.

 

After leaving St. Anthony’s we headed back south to begin the 2 day journey to St. John’s.    I was very disappointed with Gros Morne Park. Its promoted as being one of the most beautiful places to visit with fjords and cliffs.  Unfortunately you can see them about 5 miles away and need to hike there to get close.  That was out of the question. We don’t have the time, or the energy.  So a few distant photos will have to do.  As we rode south the temperature rose to the 80’s.

Gros Morne in the distance

All along the coast we saw piles and piles of stacked and cut firewood. Apparently the wood is cut by the government and left there for residents to take.  Also curious was that as we were riding in the middle of nowhere, with no house within 20 miles, we would see a rickety fence around a 20x50foot vegetable garden.  We saw loads of them and cant figure out what they heck they are and why they would be on the side of the road near nothing.

heading to deer lake

Our target destination was deer lake, but since we go there early we kept riding for another 1.5 hours.  Stopped at hotel on the side of the highway.  The hotel clerk was also the restaurant cook and the bartender. Need I say more?

Tomorrow we head for St. John’s – north america’s farthest eastern city.  Forecast is for rain, so we’ll have to use our rain gear.

PS (the ride up north was amazing. the road was about 50 feet higher than the ocean and about 50 feet away from it. It did turns and banks and twisted just the way a motorcycle loves. Many times the lakes on one side of the road were 50 higher than sea level only yards away on the other side of the road. Only wildlife so far, besides frank, oops I meant Spike, has been the endless supply of bugs on my windshield, which needs to be cleaned every few hours. Soup anyone ? 5 days 2,000 miles :>) .

 7/16  we got up late today and left hotel about 9:30.  Needed a good night sleep.  Today was a trip across the central part of Newfoundland, all inland. Plus the forecast indicated that we would hit rain. So I packed the camera away.  As we were leaving the hotel the rain began. It was very light and after a few miles it stopped.

However as we rode east we hit pockets of rain or rain soaked roads.  We never had any hard rain so it was never bad enough to use rain gear.  As we approached about 200 miles we stopped at a Harley shop in Gander.  Gander is about the size of miller place or rocky point.  Without an address we just drove around looking for the Harley shop.  Unbelievably after a few turns we stumbled across the Harley shop.  Tony says he has automatic homing to Harley stores in his head kinda like a homing pigeon.  It was uncanny since I stopped to google the location to no avail.

Anyway we stopped there to have the oil changed in the bikes. While there I discovered that my rear tire was pretty low on tread. So instead of taking a chance on slick roads, or getting a flat and needing a tow, I exercised good risk management and had a new rear tire installed.  Bottom line I’m about $450 lighter. 

Tony also asked to see if they could fix his cruise control since he’s been riding without it for the whole trip. That’s tough on your hand when you’re riding 8-10 hours per day.  They were able to fix that too, to his delight.

 

While the bikes were being worked on the owner of the place brought us out to grab lunch at Rosie’s restaurant and bakery.  Tony likes to eat the local specialties so he ordered Jiggs Diner, a local favorite. it was a dish that included salted beef, potato, carrots, pea pudding and turnips.   He enjoyed it. I had mac and cheese.  I don’t like to eat weird stuff.

4 hours after arriving, we are back on the road headed for St. John’s about 3 hours away, another 200 miles.  Temps varied along the trip from 55 to 75.

Before it got dark, we rolled in St. John’s and got a nice hotel.  The scenery today was kind of bland most of the way. Trees lined the side of the road.  A plethora of lakes dotted the landscape. Most of them had large rocks and boulders protruding above the surface.   As we got closer to St. Johns the landscape changed dramatically to a very rocky environment with few trees.  

Dinner tonight in the hotel, we had moose burgers. He of course had to sample the local cuisine.  I like burgers so I tried the moose too.  It was very lean and dry since in Canada there’s a law that they have to cook meat well done.  I didn’t finish mine.

Yesterday I tried using the gopro to video parts of the ride. Unfortunately most of the video I took was ruined by the numerous smashed bugs on the go pro camera lens.  I tried posting one short video I took yesterday before the bugs came out to give you some idea of the ride along the west coast of Newfoundland.  but had trouble. will work on that.

Tomorrow morning I am planning to wake by 4am to head to Cape Spear to photograph the first land on North America to see the sunrise.  Hopefully I can get up.

PS  (tomorrow morning I (tony) am not getting up to watch the sunrise)

7/17  the alarm went off at 4am. I was up at 4am!  On my way to Cape Spear to capture the sunrise. The first light on North America.  Half hour ride in the dark and cold.  It was 45 degrees.  Made it there before 5am.  There were 7 cars and 1 motorcycle in the parking lot. Sunrise is scheduled for 5:22am but it was light out at 4am.   Anyway I hustled around anticipating where the sun would come up on the horizon to allow a nicely composed shot. I only saw one other person sitting next to the lighthouse. Don’t know where the others were.

first light on north america

It was definitely worth getting up.  the sky was clear except for a small band of clouds along the horizon.  As they began to light up I positioned myself and the camera.  Then the first edge of the sun illuminated the landscape.  Snap!  The sun rose quickly. When it cleared the clouds I took this shot.

Back on the bike to the hotel. I was in bed by 6:30. Sleeping by 6:31.

We were up about 9am. Rushed down to breakfast, and were ready to hit the road before 10. First stop today is the local Harley Davidson dealer.  Fortunately it was only to buy a tee shirt.  The store is Mile 1 since it is located at the start of the Trans Canadian highway.  Last year on the trip to Alaska we were at the complete other end of the TCH.

whale watching at cape spear- orca's

Back to cape spear so tony could visit the furthest east land of north America.  While there he spotted numerous whales off shore. They were pretty far away but my telephoto lens allowed me to capture one as it surfaced.  We also saw a large tanker farther out than the whales. However when reviewing the photos it turns out that what we thought was a tanker was actually an extremely large iceberg.

We left the cape and started heading west.  The trek toward home has begun after 2500 miles.

Our destination was Bonavista, a town on the northern tip of a large peninsula.

houses next to our hotel

After exiting the highway, with about 80 miles to the town, we got separated.  So I stopped when I hit the main road and waited .  I called him on the phone and he answered. I didn’t know where he was. He didn’t know where I was. So we agreed to meet in Bonavista in an hour and a half. 

We did meet up in town, got a nice hotel room on the harbor, had a lobster dinner, and took some photos  as the sunset.

sunset in bonavista

Tomorrow we continue the trek toward the ferry back to Nova Scotia which is scheduled for Sunday night.

 

Harbor behind our hotel after sunset (6 second exposure)

 

7/18 rained hard during the night, but I didn’t hear anything.  When we were ready to leave it was drizzling but the sky didnt look good.  We took a coastal road back to the highway.  Nice coastal landscapes, rock cliffs, waves from the high winds.  Temperature was down around 40 degrees. It was cold. Heated jacket and gloves made the ride comfortable.  We avoided rain up to lunch time.

 We got off the highway at Gander and stopped for some lunch.  The sky to the west was dark so after lunch we donned rain gear.  During the ride to the west we hit sporadic areas of rain. After a couple of hundred miles we saw blue sky.  Since we have time we decided to stop at King’s Point to see if we could find the icebergs reported to be in their inlet. After driving through town we spotted the inlet and the very impressive icebergs. There were several of them fairly close to shore.   We stopped, I found a trail down the hill to the water’s edge and captured several shots.  The largest one had a very rich blue color to it.

iceberg at King's Point
 

 It also had bluish clear streak running diagonally from top to bottom.  The water around it seemed to glow with an azure blue color. 

 

  After a few shots I climbed back up to the road and we continued our journey.  Since it was still relatively early, and based on the rain forecasted for tomorrow we decided to continue westward toward the ferry.  We need to be at the ferry Sunday night and if its going to rain tomorrow we wanted to be as close as possible.

 

 

 

Corner Brook

Stopped for the night at Corner Brook, a relatively big Harbor community on the west coast. Got a hotel with a restaurant and bar.  For dinner Tony again had Cod tongues.   He had them last night too.  I went crazy too and had fish and chips.   He said he really likes the cod tongues. Too bad they don’t serve them at home.

Corner Brook looking out to sea

Tomorrow we’ll make the last 120 miles to the ferry based on what time the rain is expected.  We have to be there by 9pm so we have plenty of time.

PS (every so often I feel like I’m on a motorcycle trip but then I am reminded this is a photo shoot. For the most part the riding is incredible. Shoreline roads, waves crashing high into the sky against the rocky shoreline, icebergs, whales, curvey, twisty roads with old fishing villages everywhere. Really nice people with unusual local foods that are really good. For the overall take this is a great ride. ) ATF.

 

7/19   we are trying to avoid the rain, so with only about 120 miles to the ferry we slept in.  Left hotel about 12:30.   We need to be at ferry by 9pm. So we have plenty of time. We got to the ferry about 2:30.  They said if you go in now you won’t be able to come out.  So we decided to go to town and kill some time.  Unfortunately instead of backing out of the ticket plaza, Tony went in.  Security was called to get him. They did let him out, but he went out a different way than I was waiting for him.   After 5 minutes they told me he left.  So I left and went into town. He was there in a gas station waiting for me.  We went to lunch.  I had pepperoni pizza.  The pepperoni tasted weird and the sauce was strange.  He had cod tongues again.  Just kidding.  He had a chicken dinner. After lunch we rode around town and local neighborhoods. Houses are bunched together along the coast-  like 4 homes on a quarter acre.  With so much vacant land we cant understand why they are all grouped so close together and right at the coast.

 

Anyway, back to the ferry to kill more time.  Finally we boarded at 930. Tied the bikes up so they wouldn’t fall over while underway.  Up to the cabin to get ready for the 7 hour trip back to Nova Scotia.  We left about 11:45pm.  We were sleeping by midnight.

 

7/20 we woke up about 6am to get ready. We docked in Nova Scotia about 7am and we were off the boat at 7:30.  It was raining out so rain gear was the order of the day.

We headed for Ingonish on the Cabot trail. The Cabot Trail is a world famous road around the northwest half of Cape Bretton Island.  Supposedly one of the best riding roads in North America.  As we headed to the Cabot trail, the gps told us to go toward Englishtown.  That was the shortest route to Ingonish.  But in Englishtown we had to board a small ferry to take us across a river about 500 feet.  It took about 2 minutes. But that shortcut saved us about half an hour of riding.

 

On the way to Ingonish we were in heavy heavy fog and temps around 50 degrees.  As the road wound its way up a mountain, the fog was so heavy that we had about 50 feet of visibility in front of us.  I kept my hazard lights on for any traffic approaching from behind us.  The fog prevented us seeing the supposed beautiful coastal sights along the way.

 When we arrived In Ingonish we stopped at the Coastal Waters restaurant to have breakfast and get a tee shirt.  The guy that owns it is a rider and wrote a very good description of the Cabot trail for motorcyclists, and put it on the web. That’s why we decided to stop there.  Still raining when we left.  It rained for the first 100 miles today.  Then we went up another mountain. As we crested it, we saw blue sky on the other side.  For the next 30 miles we had sun and clouds. The views were tremendous. The road was a great riding road.

Ultimately we left the Cabot trail, and left Cape Bretton Island, back to the mainland of Nova Scotia.  We hit heavy rain for about 30 miles. Then some sun.

We covered over 3500 miles through today.  Got a hotel in Moncton, New Brunswick. Tomorrow we head back to the US.

PS (to get a true feel of the scope of today’s ride I suggest you look at a map. It was truly a great ride. Very long distance, incredible terrain, even our continuous bouts with the rain and fog, which at times was extremely heavy, is all part of the ride. You have to do it to understand what it’s like doing 70 mph over steep hills with sheer drop-offs in the pouring rain and dense fog with tractor trailers coming head on in the opposite direction full bore, throwing a wind and water shockwave at a combined speed of 140 mph at you. Slow down you say? Nah.)

 

 

7/21  It rained during the night again. When we woke it looked threatening so we donned rain gear.  Hit the road headed for the good old USA today.   Although it was very overcast we encountered little to no rain.  On the way we stopped at a small town south of St. John New Brunswick for gas.  Tony spotted a car wash, so we spent the next half hour washing and cleaning the bikes.  They needed it after traveling nearly 4000 miles. 

We continued on the highway to St. Stephen where we waited on line to pass through US customs.  

They cleared us to enter the US. It’s good to be back in the USA.  Good to see gasoline prices under $6 per gallon also.

  

We continued through Maine for another 4 hours on our way to New Hampshire.

Unfortunately about 50 miles short of New Hampshire the sky turned black and we were riding in a fierce downpour with lightning and thunder.  This was the worst rain we’ve hit so far.   I checked the radar and saw that we were heading straight into a severe storm approaching us.   It would last several hours, so we decided to go to the closest hotel and call it a night.  We’ll hit New Hampshire tomorrow.

PS(and now from the voice of sanity, the ride was very cool, especially for highway riding. everything went incredibly well right up until we ran into the niagra falls of rain in maine. Hey that rhymes. The rain in maine was insane. Anyway you can tell my time with  spike is taking its toll. Mas cervasas  por favor!!!)

top of mt washington

7/22 We woke up this morning to clear blue skies and 80 degrees!  Best morning of the trip.  Tony decided to strap his helmet to his luggage, and ride in his tee shirt. So as a good risk manager I strapped my helmet on my head and donned my riding jacket and gloves.   Off we went, headed for North Conway, New Hampshire.   After negotiating the tourist traffic in the town ( I hate tourists) we continued on about another 20 miles to Mt. Washington, the highest mountain in the northeast.  We paid our entrance fee and began the eight mile uphill journey.  A real test of skill and nerves, especially on a motorcycle.  

bikes at the top of mt washington

I was unable to take any photos on the journey up the narrow, steep mountain road since I had to keep my hand on the throttle.  Had to ride up in first gear most of the way due to slow car drivers in front of us.  It would actually have been much easier if we could have gone faster. When you go too slowly on a motorcycle you fall over!

We made it up the winding, twisting steep road, with severe drop offs and no guard rails.  Parked the bikes at the top and proceeded to take some photos up there.  It was 45 degrees with 34 degrees wind chill.   The summit was clouded over.  Actually the clouds were blowing by at a rapid pace 30-40 mph.



top of mt washington

After a few photos, we began the trip down.  Stay in low gear and use the brakes sparingly.  On the way down I kept it in first gear most of the time and was able to take some photos. 

heading down mt washington

All in all it was an impressive ride, especially on a motorcycle.

We headed back to North Conway. Had lunch at the Muddy Moose, and then started a ride to the Kancamagus Highway toward Laconia.   The ‘Kanc’ was a great ride of about 25 miles through the White Mountains.  Up, down, and all around.

We headed to Harley store in Meredith to get Laconia Tee shirts, then on to Weirs Beach.  Weirs beach is near Laconia and the site of the motorcycle rally each year.

 

We stopped at the Margate Hotel on the lake to have a drink in tribute to Tony’s friend Sal.  Then dinner and a local hotel.  As soon as we got to the hotel I went outside by the lake and took this sunset shot.

PS (the roads we rode today, right from the get go in Maine, rivaled any of the motorcycle roads we’d been on thru-out the entire country. Winding twisting tree covered back country roads that remind me why I love riding a motorcycle. Definitely worth a bit of traffic. I told spike to take the lead while we were riding the kancamagus hwy so he could see what cutting the trail was like. I’m pretty sure he only saw all the pictures he missed by not being able to stop because he needed to concentrate more on the road. I think he likes riding but I thinks he like taking pictures more. I don’t get it. I’m sure I never will. In fact I don’t even want to.)

 

Bartons Motel

7/23   we stayed at Bartons Motel on the lake in laconia last night.  got up this morning , got the bikes uncovered and loaded and then headed HOME.   the weather was gorgeous. 









We left at about 10am, and arrived at the Bridgeport ferry at 2:10. just in time for the 2:30 ferry.   Arrived in Port Jefferson about 4pm and it was a short ride home. 


Bridgeport ferry pulling in as we arrived

Said goodbye to Tony, and thanks for the ride.  lets talk about next year's trip shortly. 




Port Jefferson  straight ahead

We ended up covering 4500 miles.  we eliminated the trip west to Quebec and that was a good move since they were forecast to have rain all week.   We had enough rain on this trip, including the heavy rain and lightning in the thunderstorm night before last.
Aside from the one mechanical/electrical problem I had right before Halifax, the trip was problem free.  Tony's bike, which he had rebuilt right before the trip, functioned perfectly.  He's got about 170k miles on it now.  Also we can confirm that there is at least one moose in Newfoundland. we saw that one the last day there while we headed to the ferry.  in fact on this trip we saw very little wildlife.  Just that one moose in Newfoundland, and a couple of deer in New Brunswick.  during the trip we visited at least 4 Harley dealerships - one for repairs and tee shirts, one for oil changes and tee shirts, and the others for tee shirts. That's what we do.

It's good to ride. It's also good to be home.  Stay tuned for the video of the trip with more photos.