We have just had an absolutely awesome weekend.
Steve, Jake and I spent Saturday and Sunday touring the southern end of the province. We had originally planned to attend a bike rally in Yarmouth, but just after we made our reservations a couple of weeks ago we heard the rally had been cancelled for this year. We’re not sure why it didn’t happen, but we decided we’d go to Yarmouth anyway, since we’d already booked our room, and spend some time touring around. It turned out to be a great decision.
For once this year, the weather totally co-operated. Although we worried last week that we’d get rained on again, by Saturday morning the skies had cleared, the roads had dried and we were on our way. We made lots of stops along the way, spending an hour here and a half-hour there. I’ll write more about those places in future, but this week I have to tell you about an amazing and wonderful chance encounter. It proved to be one of the highlights of our trip.
We were riding through the Valley yesterday when we decided to stop in Annapolis Royal again. Oddly enough, we almost never do that — stop in the same place in just a couple of weeks — but it was time for a break and I had visions of drinking great vanilla latte and of Jake running across the lawns at Fort Anne.
So we’d just parked in front of the coffee shop when a woman appeared beside us asking if that was RoadDog. It turns out Sherry had stumbled across the blog in the past week and remembered our motorcycle riding Cairn. We chatted for awhile and learned that Sherry had just gotten her licence and bought a bike like mine. That led to more chatting and so on and so on.
She eventually asked us which direction we were travelling, saying her boyfriend’s son, Jacob, would love to see Jake riding with us. It turned out we’d just driven by their house, but when Sherry mentioned that Jacob has cerebral palsy and loves animals I knew we were about to make a detour. Sherry told us to drop by anytime we were in the area and gave us directions, but she was hardly back in her van driving away before Steve and I looked at each other and decided we were going to visit within the hour. We did have our coffee and Jake did run around a bit at Fort Anne, but then we were back on the bikes looking for the address Sherry had given us.
We met Jacob and Sherry’s daughter, Bria (I really hope I spelled that right and I’m really sorry if I didn’t), and the whole family. It was probably the best half-hour of our entire weekend. RoadDog made some new friends and I’m pretty sure he made a boy happy. What more can you ask for out of a weekend?