Indiana Jones?

BEEN quite the month of May...

My friend Mike was sick with the flu a couple of weeks ago but unlike him and the character in the movie, when it came to my turn, "I chose poorly."  This weekend being the Victoria Day long one, was the nicest almost summer like of the year to date, and let's not forget we are already 5 months in.  Next thing you know, they'll be advertising Thanksgiving then counting down the days to Christmas!

Wall Road over the Dunk river from the south end.

I had planned my Saturday trip to Charlottetown on the VX 800 as kind of a shake-down post bearing replacement ride.  Having taken the time to do the usual spring clean-up of the summertime only PT Cruiser and Friday morning, the same for the Blazer, I decided to take a little tour with my 225 to try and find the "lost" bridge over the Dunk, where I used to fish previously living here.

 

newly rebuilt Scales Pond

It was pretty windy but reasonably warm during that afternoon and we (bike and I) went exploring.  Because there are no crown lands on the Island except for the National Park, where they wouldn't take kindly my use of the golf courses as an MX track (here on the Island that would still be classified as a 'hanging offence') I can only stick to the back lanes and some local trails.

I found the bridge after all but the road is now permanently closed from one side, don't know why, there was no explanation on the sign.  I rode in from the other end and remembered back to the day I was trying out my new fly outfit with then father in law, Owen.  I fished that little creek many a time to get away from the world in those days.  A lot of water has passed under the bridge in the ensuing years and some even over it when the Scales Pond dam burst its banks and sent a deluge downstream into the ocean. 

I'd heard that the pond was in the process of being rebuilt to its former glory.  Turns out the rumor is true and soon, she should be completely redone.  New fish ladder, bright paintwork, signs warning the unwary (or just plain stupid) to stay away from the edges.  I'll look forward to launching the canoe once real summer arrives.   

While on my ride I stopped into friend Trevor's place in the cute little village of Kinkora.  He had just gotten home from work.  A couple of weeks ago he made the disappointing decision to sell his Ninja 600E.  That bike had numerous costly problems, and he's been feeling the withdrawal pains since.  We've been on the lookout for a good dual purpose for him in the meanwhile, but they are hard to find in good condition and within his price range.

Putting my boots back on while sitting on the porch floor, I felt a bit nauseous and weak.  I said to myself, "Buddy... you've got a big ride on the nicest day of the year tomorrow, you'd better not be getting sick..."

New London bay

By the time I wound my way within a few km of home base, after riding some secondary roads that are still snow covered in many places and filled with downed trees, I realized that I was getting sick. Even turning the bike around a few times, told me I had little energy and it was running out fast.  I'd wanted to stop in to see Jamie and Melanie's Blazer for sale but by the time I got there after backtracking on a still closed through road, I did not pass GO and went straight home and into bed.

French river lobster boats

By Friday night I knew I was in for it and for the next two days I just slept and drank lots of tea why popping Tylenol to try and get some relief.

The back way home.

Needless to say, when getting sick, I chose poorly. 

It's holiday Monday now and the girls are gone to the Big Smoke, Charlottetown while I will spend the day trying to get over this, after all... it's finally summer, summer is short especially when is ends early and begins late.



Like Arlo said... I don wan a pickle... jus wanna ride on ma motosickle...