The Cabot Trail

This is our last day in Canada. I am just starting to blog about the trails we rode. The one in Canada was the Cabot Trail. The Kancamagus Highway is in New Hampshire. Last night, we had dinner at O Pub here in Edmundston, New Brunswick. We learned of another food that is native to this area. It is Ployes. This is a buckwheat flat bread that dates back to the 18th century and is French. We were told that you can put butter and sometimes brown sugar on it. It came with our meal so we were able to taste them. They were like pancakes. We also saw someone eating a pizza burger. This was a cheeseburger with red sauce and ground beef on top of it.

Well, I guess I should start discussing the trail. The Cabot Trail is on Cape Breton Island in Nova Scotia. It is an amazingly very scenic highway. It is 185 miles and loops completely around the island. It was suggested that the best way to ride and view is counter clockwise. According to online sources, "It is named after the explorer John Cabot who landed in 1497. Construction was completed in 1932. The Cabot trail is the only truck secondary highway in Nova Scotia which does not have a signed route designation. Road signs along the route instead have a unique mountain logo."

It took us two days to do the trail. The first day was raining and that particular part of the road was very bumpy. This was not fun and we saw no beauty. Jim was not impressed. We needed to get out of the rain so we checked several motels and cabins. There were lots of NO VACANCY signs but we finally found the Skyline Cabin on the trail near Ingonish beach. This was our first cabin stay and it turned out to be really nice. The room was large and we had a deck. There were two chairs on the deck and also a complete glass top table and 4 chair set. The weather the next day was pleasantly warm and sunny. We continued the trail and it was truly beautiful. We had a nice lunch on Ingonish beach. Parts of the trail ride included climbing 3 mountains. Of course, Jim stopped to take lots of pictures on the trail. It seemed that we stopped every few minutes to take pictures of the ocean, the trees, the mountains and the plants. They had look outs and other places to stop. This was truly God's handy work.