Whistler

Off with our big keen crew after a fresh fruit breakfast at Lynn's inn. Before we leave Gin and I are interviewed by the local papers.

Woods Island and The Northumberland campground has been one of the best stops along the route, but the road beckons and at 9:30AM we are on the ferry back to NS and our next port of call as it were, the home of St.

Police asking for help to identify hiker

We've only 65 kms to the Northumberland Provincial Campground today, so Gin and I team up and get behind the handlebars. The cruising is pleasant, wind and sun at our backs.

Up early we are joined by 5 other Charlottetowners as our escorts along the 62km stretch into the city on the Trans Canada. All these riders are jocks and we make great time swooping up and down the hills on the wide shoulders.

Bottles, cans and other discarded stuff found near popular beaches

The Trans Can here is called Hwy 104, but we take the side roads for some of the best cycling of the trip so far. Gin works her pedals hard, head down, building up an honest sweat.

It occurs to me every morning just how similar this is to flying.

Yoga has come a long way and it's only getting bigger

Sleeping in until 9 is luxury when you're on the media circuit and lazing outside overlooking the bay with a coffee and a piece of toast confirms that it's the simple things that score.