This trip has been on my to-do list for some time now. Finially I had the oppertunity to do it with some friends. We came up with the idea over drinks one night. I’m not really sure how we cam up with it since I barely remember the conversation due to the drinks. We were greeted with the most beautiful and rewarding trip of my life on a bicycle.
To do this trip I had to get a bicycle that could do it smoothly. I had an old touring bike I was commutting on that I had taken from my father since he had left it in a shed and was not using it. I had found a crack in the frame and decided I would get that repaired then get a new paint job on the bike that had spotty rust. ProWeld repaird the frame and Precision Power Coat in Burnside painted it with Granny Smith Green. The product was beautiful. The green shined in the sun with metalic fine glitter. It was just stunning! From there I had to build the bike back up. During my quest to replace the chain rings, chain, and casette, I realized I had to replace the bottom bracket, crank arms, rings, chain casette, rear wheel, cables, and bottle cages. The price quickly rose to levels I did not want. The bike looked fantastic when finished. Although I din’t have time to test the shifting on a ride before leaving for Cape Breton.
Monday April 23, 2012. Drive to Baddeck from Halifax and sleep.
On Monday, April, 23, 2012 we departed from Halifax in a small car loaded with three bikes, three people, and a pile of gear. We stayed the night in a cabin in Baddeck where we start our trip the next morning. We got a good rate on the cabin since it’s the off season and the campground it is in is actually closed. The person managing the Baddeck Cabot Trail Campground was very nice and allowed us to keep our car there for the days we’re on the road with the bikes. The forecast was calling for three days of rain and wind!
Tuesday April 24, 2012. Baddeck to Ingonish
We woke to a damp outside, but no active rain and no real wind. We loaded up out bikes with gear and peddled out of there. The highway was busy full of transport trucks headed to North Sydney. The shoulder was wide and smooth. the road was easy to ride on overall. As was all of our trip. 38kms in while on the Englishtown Ferry the sun came out and the roads dried out. The ferry was a cable ferry. Basicially just a floating platform for vehicles. The man guiding the vehicles was friendly as he asked us where were were headed that night. He had the stong Cape Breton accent. This was the first person we had contacted and was preview of the hospitality and cheer present in this beautiful part of the Provence. It was just before this ferry that we got off the busy highway. From here on in we’ll be on quiet roads along the coast of rolling hills and fog. From here on in we barely saw any traffic. Just the odd car or small truck passed us. Some time into our day, we started to go inland along a ravine. I looked up and saw a hill tower above us. It didn’t sink in what was about to happen. There are three major climbs that are haunting us and we must face them. Cape Smokey is the first and the steepest. We turned a corner toward the towering hill and in dread looked up at the road above. Out west in the mountains, they have big hills. But their roads are long, steady and gently sloping. The roads here are shorter, but not consistant and no gently sloping. They go up. And go up steep. My legs were in pain partway up. I was using my granny gear the entire time spinning my legs with my four panniers loaded with camping gear and food. My granny was not low enough. The bike desperately wanted to go slower, but without a lower gear, I was forced to maintain my current speed. I was not going to stop! Each turn revealed more climbing. Section after section the climbs continued. After some time I arrived at the top in the fog in complete relief. The other two were far behind. From here on in we weer headed downhill. but no particularly steep downhill. We were in Ingonish at this point in search of real food in a pub with beer. We ended up raiding the small grocery store. We asked a local where to eat but the otping he gave us were slim and weak. We headed to one of them which was a convience store that made up their own buns filled with meat. We grabbed them out of the fridge and the lady at the counter heated them up for us in the mircrowave oven. We sat down and feated on cheap awful food. But due to our energy expenditure throughout the day, these appeared delicious. We departed from here to the secret stealth campoing spot. Which was a sheltered concrete pad away from the scheduled rain. We feasted in the shelter on our food we bought in the store before heading to an early sleep. The rain pounded all night onto our roof. 
5.5 hours. 110km.
Wednesday April 25, 2012. Ingonish to Cheticamp
This morning the rain was…raining. We packed up our gear after a light breakfast and put on all of our rain gear. This day started in the Cape Breton Highlands National Park. The rain stopped after about a half an hour of cycling. Most of the washrooms were closed in the park but we eventually found an outhouse. It was the off season for this place. Restaurants and park services were closed. Eventually throughout the day we were cycling through a valley which was leading us to North Mountain. This mountain tried very hard to break me. Partway up I had to stop to strip down to just my cycling jersey due to the heat. This climb had no ending. My legs were in pain and the climb continued. I started to see snow at the top. As the fog thickened I realized we were nearing the top. From here we had a screaming downhill into Pleasant Bay. Another town with nothing open. The descent was fast. I reached 69km/h and could have gone faster if I stayed off the brakes. The corners were foggy and tight. I had no idea of the sharpness of the corners on the way down. Eric and Navid went a bit fast for my comfort and Eric even took one corner too fast and had to use the entire roadway to exit the corner. The next climb was soon. As soon as we exited Pleasant Bay we were thrown back into the park and up the McKenzie Mountain. This one was not as bad as the others but was the second biggie in one day. We got to the top with ease but realized we still had a way to go before Cheticamp and were running out of water. We divided some of our resources among ourselves and made sure we each had enough fuel to get into Cheticamp. We took a brief stop at the Skyline Trail, because it is not one to be missed. Some of us saw a moose, as is normal on this trail whihc I often call the Petting Zoo for moose. This followed by a smoking fast descent off French Mountain into the rolling hills before arriving into Emily and Scotts place in Cheticamp. They promptly took us to a liquor store, and then to the pub where we found beer and food. This is the first place in a long time with real restaurants and booze! Success!

6.6 hours. 110 km.
Thursday April 26, 2012. Cheticamp to Baddeck
The final day. We are greeted with a head wind and sunshine. Flat roads, beautiful views, and and end to a beautiful trip.
4.4 hours. 88km.
The Cabot Trail is known as a great cycling route and the locals are used to seeing us there. We travelled in a counter-clockwise direction as we believed it to be the best for views based on the maps and other people. We figured we were likely the first people to cycle the trail in 2012 as we were earlier than the regular tourist season. We had perfect weather the entire time and I received a sunburn on my face. So much for all the forecasted rain.
During this trip we encountered extremely nice people and great weather. People would constantly wave at us or lighly toute their horn in greeting. The views were stunning and we as cyclists were treated with respect and dignity. We were people who exist and had the right to be on the road and were treated as that exactly. It was the most incredible place I have ever rode a bicycle and would gladly do so again.
This is what cycling is all about.






