Day 55 - Charlottetown

The day started with a visit from our old friends the mosquitos. Ah, nothing like taking down your tent in a swarm of blood suckers.  A while ago I was thinking of writing a letter to a mosquito.

Dear mosquito,

I sense that you are interested in my blood.  I just thought you should know that the space enclosed by my epidermis is private property and I am authorized to use deadly force on trespassers.  This skin may seem like a nice place to spend some time, and yes, there is some sweet O positive underneath, but are you aware of the advanced defense system protecting it?  These eyes will see you and this hand will smoosh you. It will anihilate you. In a matter of milliseconds, you will not know your proboscis from your postnotum.  Your entire body will be reduced to an unidentifiable smudge.  Your relative mosquitos will live out the rest of their days in grief, wondering whatever happened to you.  Is that really what you want?  Do you still insist on going forward with your suicide mission?  I can't tell you what to do, but hope that this information will help you make an informed decision about your future. 

Sincerely,

Landon

The ride into Charlottetown was great. Here we are rolling towards the Confederation Bridge on the New Brunswick side:

Here are all the bikes being towed over the bridge on a trailer (after unloading the bikes, the driver confided with a coworker that the trailer "shouldn't be on the road"):

In PEI, Isabel and I took the scenic route on smooth roads with little traffic.  Some of it was familiar from my bike trip around the island four years ago.  There were fields of green, yellow and beige, gently rolling hills with the signature red dirt and the Northumberland Straight almost always in sight.  It was the kind of scenery that photos can't really do justice. 

Today's track

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