Halifax

We rose about 6 AM and after packing up our bikes, we headed down to the attached restaurant at the Admiral Digby Inn. Jenn, Erin and I, had normal fair for breakfast, hotcakes and French Toast. Daniel on the other hand ordered an Admiral Omelet, that had about a dozen Fundy Bay scallops. He shared one with me and it was DELICIOUS! So filling our bellies, we walked back to our cottage and finished preppinng our bikes and saddled up.

The ride from Digby over to Halifax started off as the previous day ended, overcast and drizzling rain. It stayed in the 60's most of the ride, so it wasn't a cold ride. We spent the morning cresting mountains and slugging our way through thick fog banks, but after about 2 1/2 hours we found ourselves on the outskirts of Halifax. We stopped at an Esso station to gas up, and were approached by a gentleman inquiring about our cameras. You see Daniel, Jenn, and I all have cameras mounted to our helmets. He quickly noticed that we were from Georgia, and said that he "wintered" in Georgia. Sensing a "kindred" spirit, I asked if he could give us directions to the Fairfview Cemetery,  burial sight of the 200 souls who died on the Titanic and were never repatrioted. He said if we followed him, he would take us there! As we pulled in the driveway, Jenn and Daniel went on and I stopped to thank our new friend. I gave him a business card and told him to call me next winter. I reached out to shake his hand, but he pulled me in and gave me a "manly hug". He wished us a safe trip and I caught back up with my group. The cemetery wasn't very big and we soon found the burial spot we were looking for. The grave markers were all lined up in neat rows, with similar gravestones. Some had names, some only had the number they were given when they were pulled from the water. A pretty emotional place was the site of a mother and four children that were buried in a common grave, and some folks had placed some stuffed animals on the grave stones. Nearby was a grave marker of an unknown infant, where folks had placed pennies on. We didn't understand the tradition, but I gave Erin some change and she too placed some on the grave.

We soon mounted our bikes and headed toward our hotel in the Brewery Market area of the waterfront. After checking in we asked where the Alexander Keith Brewery was, reported to be one of the oldest working beer makers in North America (1820).

Turns out it was right next door! Daniel also had a conversation with the attendent at the front desk, about Fundy Bay scallops, and was told it isn't pronounced "scahlops" like we do in the states, it was properly pronounced "skullops". Kind of how you would expect Sean Connery to say it. So we went next door and sampled some of Mr Keith's fine brew, and even took a tour of the brewery. It was done in period costumes and actors. Erin had a grand time, and the adults all enjoyed the free beverages at the end!

We then spent the rest of the afternoon walking along the waterfront and enjoying the day. We settled for the evening in "Murphy's on the Waterfront". We were still pretty full from our large lunch, so we bought 1 appetizer (Calamari), 1 entre (Lobster Roll), and a bowl of their famous Seafood Chowder, and shared it among the table. We walked back to our room after a pretty full day, and crashed preparing for one of our long rides of the trip (168 miles). Erin has been a trooper on her first long motorcycle trip. She dozed off a little today while riding her longest stint ever today at 108 miles nonstop, but the 5 point harness she wears, kept her safe! Tomorrow, we head inland again. Goodnight all from Halifax!