I had a few free days last weekend, so I decided to pull out my good old Cannondale, and dust off the tent, sleeping bag and panniers that had spent the winter cooped up the closet. It was time to make the most of some sunny May days. One area of New Brunswick I wanted to explore a bit is the coastal area of Charlotte County, home of the tranquil, relaxed, and beautiful Fundy Isles. I'd follow a route similar to what our Fundy Isles tour follows, except try to do double the miles each day - my first day on the road I'd cover what our Fundy Isles tour covers on days one and two combined. Because you know, after spending the winter sitting indoors, I thought my legs would be well rested.
I drove down to the friendly town of St. Stephen, and after parking the van and loading up my bike, I set off. I hadn't ridden with panniers yet this year, but it didn't take me too long to adjust to the added weight. And in fact, it didn't take long at all to get into that old touring rhythm, comfortably cranking out the kilometres, while stopping for photos, water, and snacks as often as I liked. The sun was bright, the shoulder was wide, and I think the only thing that temporarily wiped the smile off my face were the bugs that occasionally peppered my face. I followed Highway 172, rounding Oak Bay, and followed the St. Croix river down to the resort town of St. Andrews by-the-Sea. The town seems to come alive in the summertime, and with the farmers market serving fresh lunch, Water Street buzzed with activity. I sat on a bench overlooking the wharf, enjoying the mix of cool breeze and hot sunshine on my skin. 
This is where the first day of our Fundy Isles tour ends, but I decided to go on, and follow the route for day number two, heading north from St. Andrews through the undulating hills back to Highway 1, and over to St. George. The short, steep climbs and short, steep descents made for some fun top speeds (on the way down at least - some very slow speeds on the way up), but somehow the miles just disappeared, and I found myself in St. George. I got off my bike for a short break at First Falls, the historic waterfalls in town, when I noticed for the first time that day just how red my arms were becoming. I seemed to have forgotten sunscreen, and after buying a bottle and applying it, I hoped I caught it in time. (I didn't. Not even close).
From St. George it's possible to follow the very quiet Mascarene Road to the Deer Island ferry, which is a beautiful little ride. The trees were full and green, the grass vibrant and alive with colour, and it seemed that beautiful little views of the water kept popping up as you went round a bend. The hills are just perfect - enough to make you work a little to get up, and enjoy going down, all while hiding another great little view behind it. After taking the ferry across to Deer Island, the road continues in a similar manner - this time the climbs were a bit steeper, but just as rewarding, with hidden coves and fishing villages tucked away beside the road. Traffic was light, the buildings historic, and the smell of the ocean in the air. After a bit of exploring, I ended the day having cycled exactly 99 km, and found myself a campsite at Deer Island Point campground, overlooking the southern tip of the island. As the sun set and I ate my supper, I couldn't help but be pretty pleased with the day. The scenery was great, the traffic was wonderful, and my legs felt pretty darn good. I guess the winter rest really did pay off. Now if only my arms and nose didn't match the colour of the lobster being pulled out of the bay, the day might just have been perfect. I guess you can't quite have it all. Though after enjoying a day cycling like that, pretty close.