Truro to Halifax--the final day!

We were up early, everyone ready to go at 7:20 am.  Olin and I thought we would watch the tidal bore again but it wouldn't come in until 8:46, so we went to Victoria Park to the playground.  We played for awhile and then walked a short length of trail in this huge beautiful park.  Olin then entertained me on the outdoor stage there.  I decided to travel the same slow-road route as the riders.  Lovely farming countryside that we only glimpse from the main highway.  At Shubenacadie, sure enough, we discovered our riders stopped and chowing down on a full eggs and bacon breakfast!  We decided that we were hungry too.  They paid!  Then off for the final distance, traveling through little towns and by beautiful waterways.  Gorgeous road.  Olin fell asleep so he missed the trip on the Mcdonald Bridge across Halifax harbour.  I arrived home around 11:30 and knew from the blog that the riders were an hour behind me.  Unloaded the car completely, every nook and cranny that we had used so well over the past month.  My neighbour, Susan, helped me along with Mik, who arrived just as we had carried in the last heavy things!  But then he kindly shifted it all from the front hallway to the various bedrooms.  Judy arrived at the house, then Richard swung by to say that he had seen the riders on Brunswick Street.  Olin and I then got our bikes ready to join the team members as they rode the final leg down to Black Rock Beach at Point Pleasant Park.  What an enthusiastic welcome we received from our friends gathered in the park.  And they provided picnic lunch and beer and champagne!!  Great hilarity all around.  Ward met a couple from Montreal, Pearl and David, at the beach who knew our friend Bernie!  Small world!  Front tires were dipped in the Atlantic Ocean.  From sea to sea had been accomplished. Everyone is in good health with amazing "biker" tans.  We couldn't have done it without the support from friends and relatives all across the country.  An enormous thank you to all of you.  
After the picnic, we biked up the hill to home.  Ward and I got stopped by Bill on his motor scooter, as we headed up.  So nice to be greeted by another special friend.   At home, laundry awaited as Sou and Gordon and Olin were leaving the next morning for a camping trip in Ontario.  We also had to get cleaned up and ready for the potluck supper that evening.