Traveltales

Brent has this lovely place with Angutie (Inuktitut for "dog") just on a mini peninsula poking out into Tidnish Bay. I think I remember Brent sounding like he was a bit of a character when I first spotted him in the WS map, and hence rerouted to visit, but I didn't imagine he'd be such a amazingly interesting guy with a trillion stories and traveltales.

If we weren't talking fat bikes, bears, yoga, wakeboarding and foraging for fungal tincture, I was listening in awe about him building igloos, fending off polar bears, his times on the sea including crewing only the 2nd boat ever to sail, unpowered, through the Northwest Passage. Don't think Brent was showing off, he wasn't, just enjoying great stories. After some Googling just now it seems he was also part of a six-man team that made the first unsupported dog sled trip to the North Pole leading to him being awarded the Order of Canada! Wowsers

Anguite had sacrificed his daily run for Brent's plan to take me out clam digging ! Wellied up, we waddled to the water's edge and started sprinkling little salt mounds on the razor clam holes... and within a few minutes out they popped, freshly seasoned and ready to be plucked, cooked and chowdered!

Come the morning, more great stomach-filing calorific food and some killer coffee before we headed off for 'Guite's run, and our cycle, as they saw me off. At our parting junction we shook hands, I thanked him profusely, and said goodbye feeling oddly sad to leave....

Next stop Moncton, and I'd had no response from my WS contact so it looks like tonight will be wild camping....but at least I've now learnt some great throaty critter-scaring noises from Brent 🐻Les mer