New Orleans to Nova Scotia 2017-Day 13

Steve Kinchen, Sr/ July 11, 2017/ BMW R1200RT, New Orleans to Nova Scotia 2017/ 0 comments

Departure Location: Lunenburg, NS

Time: 0800

Weather Conditions: Partly cloudy and 62 degrees

Daily High Temperature: 85

Destination: Yarmouth, NS

Daily Miles Logged: 261

Arrival Time: 1930

An early departure was needed this morning to cover the number of miles that we had to cover on winding coastal roads to make it to our intended destination of Yarmouth, NS to get us in place for the ferry to make it back to the mainland US.  We learned that, for some unknown reason, the CAT ferry does not run on Wednesdays during the month of July!  Say What!?!  This unforeseen delay and a series of mechanical issues with one of the Harley’s today will cost us at least a day on our return as we are determining parts availability for the repair and we are booked on the only ferry out on Thursday.

Sunrise from my room’s balcony this morning

No breakfast options in this town… Jr was not happy!

RT glamour shot outside the historic Rumrunner Inn

Our route brought us along the remaining eastern coast of Nova Scotia with changing topography from heavily wooded to rocky beach areas and everything in between.  Just a few blocks past our first ferry crossing we pulled into a local eatery called the LeHave Bakery.  Breakfast options before our departure in Lunenburg were sparse, so this was a welcomed stop for me!  I ordered one of their most popular items, a sticky bun, and it was tasty.  It reminded me of a cinnamon roll, but with less of the sickeningly sweet icing and raisins.

RT glamour shot outside of the Lehave Bakery

Neat sign on the wall at the bakery

After our quick stop, Randall contacted the dealership in Halifax about his bike overheating.  He and the chase car broke off to head there to get his bike looked at while the rest of us continued on the days route.  We were able to meet up for a late lunch at a unique and highly rated coastal dive, but more on that in a moment.

We explored two lighthouse along the coast today, the second of which allowed for visitors to actually go into the light room!  This was a real treat as thus far, we have only been able to see them from the outside.

Port Medway Lighthouse in Liverpool, NS

Panoramic view from the light room


Along our route, we passed through a little township called Lockeport.  I was so intrigued by the name and its similarity to the little community back home that we stopped for a quick break and a few photos.  The town was named after John Locke, one of the founders.  I will have to research if there is any connection to the town in South Louisiana.

Many familiar sights in the NS version of Lockeport, such as boats along the waterways…

Can you see the no parking on the concrete wall… I couldn’t until I had already parked

Our route continued along the coast to bring us to our late lunch spot called the Sea Dog Saloon.  The place was nearly empty, and our waitress was new to the establishment.  Much to our horror, when I asked what the specialty of the house was, she rattled them off like a textbook recitation.  I then pressed her for which one was her favorite to which she replied, “I really don’t like seafood!”  Maybe she should look for a job at a coffee shop or something else, but that is not the way to interact with patrons!

I ordered another lobster grilled cheese sandwich as the concept simply intrigues me. This one was not as good as the one I had yesterday, but, both could be elevated to something far beyond what they currently are…

After lunch, we pressed on towards Yarmouth via the coastal roads and happened upon an unplanned stop at a war veterans memorial that happened to also have a big red chair for photos.  We were told there was a lighthouse there as well, but the fog was rolling in so quickly, none of us caught a glimpse.


Jon… baby Jon

As we pressed on towards Yarmouth, the weather worsened with each passing mile.  To make matters even more challenging, Randall’s bike had another issue with his gear shift lever no longer engaging his transmission and he could not shift out of 1st gear.  We pulled over on the shoulder and he attempted a fix that did not last more than a few hundred meters.  After regrouping at the next service station, Randall, with dogged determination not to hold the group up any longer than necessary, said that he could reach down and manually shift the bike with his left hand while holding the clutch in with his right.  Anyone familiar with riding a motorcycle will know that is not how it is usually done.  But Randall powered through and made it to the hotel in one piece so that a new plan can be implemented in the morning to get his bike road-ready again.

Tomorrow will be all about setting us up for our new departure time on Thursday and hopefully finalizing the arrangements for Randall’s bike repairs.  It has been an amazing adventure, and we will have stories to tell for the rest of our lives… and even more to come in the next few days as we complete our journey home.


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