D2D conclusion

Sunrise on Cape Enrage, very calm... today.

Cape Enrage was at the end of a short detour road, twisting and rising and falling like the Dow Jones.

I almost missed the narrow, steel mesh entrance gate, I was having so much fun.  One thing I learned racing YSR 50's on go cart tracks, was that F U N was not measured purely in length or speed or even knee dragging... it was a matter of smiles per mile.The sun had come out at our first photo stop, there was a lot more spm amongst the the group now.  note to self:  D2Der's are a happy lot.

Not a Hell's Angel wannabe in sight!

What could be more Atlantic Canada than crossing a causeway on a salt marsh on a dinky toy motorcycle, climbing up a similarly dinky toy road and bursting out on a rocky promontory overlooking a shimmering Bay of Fundy with a lighthouse sitting atop the granite precipice!

I counted 21 bikes, obviously all starters had made it thus far.

Zac... right where he belongs.

Camera's holstered, we left in a mix of groups, not a Hell's Angel wannabe among us (Well there was a Honda Rebel with "highway pegs" a couple of smokers, most notably Zac's (3L per 100 km) DR 350 ("check the fuel please and fill the oil") and we were on our way under cloudy skies with some patches of blue peeking through at times.

Nobody down, nothing here to see, just a flat tire to fix...

A gas stop at a small multi purpose store in Alma where I confirmed my lofty 90 mpg consumption rate, a pass through Fundy National Park and more dinky toy back back roads.  I didn't know highways came and went in 800 numbers, but there were lots this day.  820. 825. 865 etc.  These were roads where even a
the aforementioned YSR 50 could have lived!  Or maybe better DT 50 (need the suspension, it was pretty rough)

Okay. now these are cool.  It's like a Rocky Mountain snow shed without the mountain, or the snow!

We zig Zacked in our rag tag group like pilot whales searching for a beach to beach ourselves (but in a good way) crossing over various arms of the St John river system via multiple car ferry's and fabled covered bridges.  To be honest my normally reliable inner Baja gyro was so befuddled by the twists and turns, we could very well have been crossing the same ferry and covered bridge time after time from opposite directions without me knowing it!

Very busy place.

A lunch stop at a very busy Kredl's market in Hampton allowed some visiting amongst the eclectic group that included Karl from New England riding his XT 350, Ed on his CBX 250, several riders on the ubiquitous KLR 650, right up to Swiss national Chris' Africa Twin on his way home after covering nearly 50,000 km in the America's and a BMW 800 GS looking like it was on the first leg of an African tour!

Pretty isn't it

At the end of a very long day, I and my little faithful Yamaha 223cc Serow had covered 625 km.

Lots of these

Dinner at Irving Big Stop, farewells and emails exchanged and the final leg to the Scenic Motel on Homestead road, much the same as I'd left 14 hours previously, cold damp and in the dark, but if you could measure this Dawn to Dusk on a small bore single... I'd give it a 11.7 per mile.  Geez, even a Russian judge would have likely rated it an 8.9 and they hardly ever smile!