Thursday 25th September. Barb (and Rosie running ahead) accompany us on the start of our ride along the Trans Canada Trail to Woodstock, Barb well dressed for the occasion in her hunters orange, as it was the last day of the moose hunting season.
My hostess for the night near Woodstock was the public spirited Cindy Tozer, shown here with some of her many cats, twenty two at the last count!
It was a short walk down to rejoin the trail in the morning (Friday 26th September) - an idyllic section following up the bank of the St John river, utterly peaceful and beautiful.
and it was slightly disappointing not to cross as the trail stayed on the east side of the river here, and I didn't have time to deviate.
In the afternoon a young woman offered grazing by her house while we had a rest. It turned out to be the cousin of Heather Salmon whom I was due to stay with! Rather like Wales, "Mae pawb yn nabod pawb' everyone seems to know or be related to everyone in this part of the world.
Late afternoon as we travel northwards up the St John river,..