We made it...and nobody died!

Well this was the much anticipated day 7. We were told that it was 67Km of rolling hills with a handful of steep hills. When pressed to explain what a handful was, Gary, out tour leader said 10. 

Needless to say, Kelli and I tossed and turned all night in our beautiful campsite overlooking the Northumberland Straight and the ferry to Nova Scotia. 

We woke up bright and early to swarms of blackfies. Everyone was so bitten that we cleared out of our camp by 7AM. 

Kelli and I rode through the worst of the hills prior to it getting sunny and hot. We were really happy as we had thought we had finished steepest part of the trip. As we continued on and it got warmer and sunnier we realize that there were some very gradual but very challenging Hills to conquer along the highways at that point headwinds became really the biggest problem. With 20k to go, my front tire went flat. We camped out in the shade on a lovely lady's front lawn and availed ourselves of the home-baked goods at the little stand next door. Fortunately one of our colleagues on the trip who used to work for a bike store stopped off and helped me change my tire and even adjusted my brakes so within about an hour we are off again the last leg of our trip. We rode into Charlottetown through the tony neighborhood of Stratford along the edge of the water. Got back to our car at approximately 1 o'clock guzzled some fruit flavored water at the car and headed to our hotel where we have been hunkered down ever since happily showering and hanging out watching TV and playing with our electronic devices, eating fried clams and nursing our aches and pains and bug bites.

Kelli after she completed 473kms.

Me at the car wearing not one, but two pairs of cycling shorts...my butt was pretty sore! lol 

The view from our wonderful hotel room! 

We made it back just in time....