Adventure Log

Eight and nine year old children can be coerced into writing in a daily journal only if there is a much more enticing name to call it. Where it is lame to keep a diary, it can be almost cool, as a eight or nine year old, to record in an Adventure Log.

That word - Adventure - implies fun, thrill, exploration, risk, discovery,... 

I believe there is a natural thirst for Adventure inside all of us. We seek experiences that are fun, thrilling, risky, and lead to discovery. Children love Adventure. Their sense of curiosity means that they gravitate towards anything marketed as adventurous. Climbing a mountain. Building a survival shelter. Exploring the invertebrates in the pond. 

My Auntie Lou takes her grandkids to the playground and pitches it "let's go on an adventure". Adventures are more awesome than playgrounds.

So here is the account of an Adventure my dear pal Ali and I embarked on.

Adventure Log

The kickoff adventure of my summer 2016 started the very day following my last exam. Wasting no time, Ali and I pedalled off for our mini bike tour of the South-Eastern Shore. 

Excited at departure ! 

That day we cycled 125 kilometres from our home on Wellington Street, to our cozy plot of land for the night at Little Lake Campground, just 4km outside of Lunenburg. The mileage, though long, was broken up nicely into sections:

with a caffeine stop at the Bike & Bean,

plenty of scenic photo-ops,

...stretch/tanning breaks

Church Service (....not)

and Krispi Kraut Sauerkraut.. (closed, unfortunately)

Although some of the hills were tough and at times the headwinds were brutal; we kept motivated knowing what was awaiting us in the World Heritage Site, town of Lunenburg:

BEER!

We were all smiles out on the patio, overlooking the picturesque coastal town that has been awarded winner of the "Communities in Bloom most beautiful town in Canada". A walk through the steep streets of colourfully painted buildings almost feels like a trip back in time. That salty ocean air, and the most friendly of faces makes Lunenburg a truly special place to visit.

And as we cycled along the boardwalk, beside the old fishing boats and sail boats, our legs were sure glad to have reached Lunenburg too. Our windswept hair, and our sun-kissed faces carried with them that accomplished. We earned those fish and chips, and every ounce of grease that went into that cod.

Cheers to bike trips and great friends!