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PEI’s Island Walk Part 3 – Tignish to Kensington

Robert Bradt 5 Comments

In June 2022, I completed the 700 km Island Walk, around Prince Edward Island. You can read about that walk over several posts, starting with this one.  

This was before Hurricane Fiona caused so much damage on the Island, impacting many of the places which I had visited.  Some of what I describe below may have changed by the time you do the Island Walk, but please, don’t let that stop you.  PEI needs your tourist support as it recovers.

This post is about days 9-13 of my walk, between Tignish and Kensington.  The links below have the details from the Island Walk map for the Sections that I covered.  

Note, by the way, that the section #s on the official website are somewhat confusingly labelled based on each start point, and since the overall walk start point is also the finish point, the 1st section is labelled as “32-1” with its accompanying web page titled as Section 32 (because it starts at the end of the last section, which is section 32) and goes to the end of section 1; thus the 2nd section is labelled as “1-2” and its webpage is titled Section 1, and so on.  Whatever, the links below reflect the sections as I walked them.

I highly recommend that you use the Island Walk website and its directions for the details of the official route, since that route can change from time to time such as for detours around major road works.  That said, I also encourage you to use the official route and its sections as a starting point.  Find your own pace, detour as and when your fancy takes you, walk the sections in whatever order seems sensible, and remember – everybody walks their own camino.

If you are planning on doing the walk in chunks spread over several months or years, this portion is pretty self-contained and covers the central portion of the island.

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Leaving Tignish

The previous few days, starting from Miminegash and continuing up and around the North Cape  and back to Tignish, had been my favourite stretch so far.  After a bit of a tough start, I had settled into a better rhythm, setting manageable distances each day and walking on now-toughened feet and strengthened legs that were just “good-tired” at the end of the day, rather than “dead-tired”.

With those lessons learned and some wonderful memories formed, I was ready to move into the next stretch of the walk, through the middle of the Island.  Still, parts of the next few Sections overlapped with the chunks of Confederation Trail I’d already walked.  Memories of the mosquitoes I’d met there, which had already driven me batty at times, plus the monotony of straight lines, unvarying green verges, and limited views of the sea or countryside, didn’t exactly inspire me to go back for more.

But that was the route.  The Walk takes you through PEI’s many regions, to show you its many guises, to teach you that there’s more than red earth and potatoes to the place.  You can’t have all highlights; like an over-egged pudding, it would be too rich, too overwhelming.  Sometimes you have to eat oatmeal.

Still, I brightened at the realization that I’d turned a corner;  literally, with the major milestone of the North Cape now behind me, and metaphorically, with my revamped plan and now-settled pace and fitness.  I was at the western end of the Island, and its full length stretched out to the east.  To get there, I had to head back across the middle of the island towards Kensington.

Screen capture from the Island Walk website. Copyright © 2023 An Island Trails project

The morning of day 9 was overcast, with a low grey sky that held moisture and a threat of rain, yet also a bit of breeze which I hoped would keep my winged nemesis at bay.  Section 11 is about 26 km, from Anglo Tignish to Alberton, but since I had done the first few km of that Section the day before, in walking back to Tignish from North Cape, that morning retraced my steps back to Route 12 on the east side of town, where I turned south towards Alberton.

The website says that this Section offers “a peaceful road walk beside the Gulf, with great side trip possibilities out to Kildare Capes.”  The scenery here is low-key, as it is in much of PEI – low hills, green fields, bushes and trees, and a few glimpses of the sea.  Route 12 doesn’t follow the shore too closely, rather it’s set back a kilometre or two, and often you can’t see the water at all.  I guess that’s where the suggestion to side-trip to Kildare Capes comes from.  I’d looked it up the night before and didn’t see anything that seemed too attractive, so after a cursory consideration, I decided to skip the Capes.  Sometimes when you’re in a zone, you just want to let it flow.

So I walked on, steady, unhurried, before finally taking a break after more than 2 hours, at the small 150-year-old white-painted wooden Christ Church, tucked into the trees off the road, which offered a welcome set of steps for a rest.  

It was indeed very peaceful – I’d lost track of days, but I reckoned it was a weekday, yet there was little traffic.  Just a hum drifting off the water, muffled by the intervening trees, and I recognized the sound of lobster boat engines.  I said a silent thank you to the church community.  

Around noon, after more greenery, more little farms, more trees, more glimpses of the sea across grassy fields, I came to Jacques Cartier Provincial Park.  I turned in thinking perhaps the washrooms would be open, and looked around for signs of life.  No one about.  The office at the gate was closed, and while there were one or two RVs parked on campsites, the morning’s quiet persisted here as well.  It seemed that I had the place to myself.

I followed my nose towards the water – the salty seaweed tang of open water – and found a picnic table overlooking the narrow beach.  Lunch was contemplative, thinking about Jacques Cartier and his 16th century expeditions to Canada, which helped to pave the way for later waves of Europeans.  The local Mi’kmaq people must have been surprised to see him.  And who’s now sitting here?  Not their descendents, at any rate.

The only activity came from the fishing boats off-shore.  I watched them ply their trade for a bit,  before unfolding my joints to get up.  There were washrooms open and water taps available, a welcome relief, and I continued on my way without seeing a soul.  

After lunch, the rhythm of walking again took hold, and I settled back into my zone.  I couldn’t tell you now what I thought about or what particular sights I saw.  I was on auto-pilot, content to just walk and let the steps count off.  Before I knew what had happened, I had reached Alberton and the end of the Section.  

With a start, I came out of my trance.  Glancing at my watch, I was shocked to see that I was more than an hour ahead of the time I’d arranged for a pick-up back to Tignish.  I hadn’t felt that I was pushing at all, nor did I feel very tired, and yet I’d just finished about 24 km.  I decided to get a bit of a headstart on Section 12, and continued down the main road through town to Dock Corner which put me up by about 1.5 km for the next day.  Then I turned and walked back into town, to sit on a bench in front of the local historical society building, a charming, wooden, former church, and watched the passersby for a bit.

Bored with that after just a few minutes, I headed back toward the business section to do some grocery shopping.  Still with time to kill, next I popped into the local dollar store, and there found something I hadn’t known that I desperately needed – a bug hat, which turned out to be the best $4 I’ve spent in a long time.

Relishing that purchase, I did a leisurely amble about, found a donut shop for my now-required day-end large black tea, and used a quiet park bench to sit while I called home for a chat with Ann, and then checked up on the next day’s route.  The day’s walk had been easy, and the next day’s route looked simple enough as well.  It’s a lark, this, said my brain.  Hubris.  

Soon enough, Barbara from the Tignish Heritage Inn arrived to collect me.  She took me on a bit of a tour back to Tignish, pointing out some of the farms in the area while we chatted.  I learned that she and her husband had only recently moved to PEI from Ontario, and we compared notes as newly planted come-from-aways in our respective maritime towns.  It was a pleasant way to end my stay in Tignish, a place that I liked more than any of the others I passed through on the Walk.  

The morning of Day 10, I checked out of the Inn on what I had come to think of as a full pack day, and after my drop-off at Dock Corner, immediately wandered over to see what was commemorated in a small park by the side of the road, where a stone plinth bore an official looking plaque.  

It seems that on a nearby farm, Robert Oulton and Charles Dalton created the silver fox fur industry and made Alberton the epicentre of that dubious fashion.  I suppose that’s appropriate for a town named after Prince Albert, Prince of Wales and later King Edward VII, the namesake of the Edwardian age.  And quite a contrast to the modern windmills churning not far away at North Cape.

The Island Walk website states that Section 12 takes you back to the Trail, to Portage – “Views of quiet bays and harbours at Cascumpec, then back on the Confederation Trail.”  That little blurb sums up this section quite accurately.  

Mussel and oyster beds stretch out over the waters of Cascumpec Bay, 

with low hills rising on either side and white farm houses perched amidst neat green lawns and sheltering trees.  You’re following Route 12 here, up and down gentle hills and round enough curves to keep it interesting.  Still quiet as the day before, little traffic, and breezes to ruffle the trees.  

Some excitement though – I stopped to eat my picnic lunch sitting beside one of the little bays, and two armed fisheries officers appeared, looming over my rocky perch from the roadside above to ask if I was fishing and did I have my license?  No license, just lunch, I said, and after a cheerful “have a nice day” they were off.

The walk resumed, I soon reached the end of Route 12, where it joins the busy Island-spanning Route 2.  I dodged briskly across the highway and followed Route 2 back to the  west for a few hundred meters, then turned south to follow what the map called Percival Road.  The first 100 meters were PEI standard issue red-dirt, which then gradually faded and turned into two deep muddy ruts through knee high grass, impassable to vehicles.  

After following this past a half-burned, hillbilly garbage pile, I was relieved to see the signs marking the Confederation Trail – I was half-convinced that I was on some farmer’s private lane instead of a public road.

But having reached the purple gates marking the Trail, I welcomed trudging on the straight flat gravel after several days of road walking.  It was a short hour’s walk to finish Section 12 at the crossroads at Portage, and again I was about an hour ahead of my planned schedule.  I wiled away the time reading the information plaque I found there, and learned Portage gets its name from the fact that canoeists could traverse this narrow part of the island with a 5 km portage connecting the north and south shores because of the deeply inset bays on either side.

Section 12 ends at Portage, and I had arranged a pick-up from a fellow named Stanley MacDonald, who did tours of PEI from his base in O’Leary.  Stanley proved to be a wonderful guide.  I guessed that he was in his 70’s, and he still loved to rove about the island pointing out bits of history on the way.  That evening, on the drive to my new accommodation base in Kensington, we chatted about the Island Walk, what I’d seen so far, and what was to come as I continued, the very archetype of the friendly Islander that I’d hoped to meet.

After reaching Kensington, I took a little bit of time to wander about the town.  It’s a comfortable, prosperous looking place, with some history to explore, little shops and larger grocery stores, some nice restaurants and coffee shops, and just generally all the things you need if you want a base for the Walk in the middle of the Island.  I stayed at a place called the Victoria Inn, and they offer a few self-contained kitchen suites, which proved to be perfect for what I needed.  

Back on the Trail

The next morning, Day 11 for me, Stanley gave me a lift from Kensington back to Portage and I set out on Section 13, “a Confederation Trail walk through Ellerslie and on to Northam”, which is true enough and sums up everything you need to know – more Trail.  But I was blessed with a fine day for it, because the steady breeze swept the mosquitoes off to bother Cape Breton, and on that flat surface I chuntered along at a brisk but steady pace, reaching the end of that Section’s 20 kilometers at Northam after about 4 hours.

I had planned to continue past Northam on the Trail in order to start the first few km of Section 14, to end my day at Richmond Station.  Since I was well ahead of the pace I’d planned and very early for my pick-up time, I sat at a picnic table in the sun and ate an orange in a lordly and languid manner.  

While doing that, I checked the map to see how far I had to go.  Only then did I realize that I had assumed that Section 14 of the Walk retraced the earlier Sections along the Confederation Trail between Northam and Wellington and hence would pass by Richmond Station.  In fact it does not.

Screen capture from the Island Walk website. Copyright © 2023 An Island Trails project

Instead, when following the Walk route in the eastward direction, at the end of Section 13 at Northam you leave the Trail.  Section 14 then follows back roads towards Miscouche.  That put my planned pick-up at Richmond Station about 5 km away from Grand River, in the middle of Section 14, where I now realized I should stop for the day.

I shot a mildly panicked text off to Stanley, to change my day-end finish to a crossroads at Grand River, rather than Richmond Station, and waited anxiously for him to confirm that he had gotten the message.  

Fortunately, he picked it up quite soon, and my languid mood having quite evaporated by this point, I set out at a brisk pace down dirt roads that meandered through farms and fields and small pockets of woodland.  I reached the crossroads with my cheer restored by sunshine and warm breezes.  There I hung about by a stop sign for a bit, looking out for Stanley’s car and waving to the locals who passed and asked if I needed a ride.

That evening, I made a point to reconnoiter my route both on my GaiaGPS map app and the Island Walk website.  I went over it turn by turn, memorizing its navigation, and mentally checking for parks, churches, schools, gas stations, and the like that could offer a resting spot.  After the embarrassment of nearly wandering off-stage, I wanted no further missteps.   This nightly map run-through became my habit the rest of the way.

Summerside Redux

The weather forecast for Day 12 promised the first proper summer heat of the walk so far.  I made sure to top off my water bottles, and packed oranges and fruit as well.  Stanley picked me up once again, and drove me from Kensington back to Grand River.  My goal was to complete Section 14, which ends in Miscouche, and then do the first half of Section 15, to end my day in Summerside.

All of Section 14 is road walking – “First, a quiet walk along Country roads and fields, then a road walk along Grand River, followed by a red dirt road into Miscouche”, says the Island Walk website.  Stanley’s route to my drop-off point took us along part of what I was about to walk, and as we drove along, I noticed 3 walkers heading east from Grand River towards Miscouche, apparently following the Walk route; it looked like they would be about 30 minutes ahead of me.   He dropped me off with a wave, and I started in their footsteps.

The sunlight beating down upon my hat was already toasting my scalp by 9 am, yet the steady westerly breeze pushed me along and cooled me down as I followed Route 12 as it meanders south and east and across the Grand River.  I half-wanted/half-didn’t want to catch up to the party in front of me.  I had grown used to my solitary progression, immersed in the landscape and in my own thoughts.  I’ll walk slowly, I said to myself, and took frequent pauses for pic snaps.

After a few kilometers, the pavement gave way as I turned onto a dirt road bordered on both sides by thick stands of birch and maple, with lupins poking up along the roadside, leaving me to walk in a muggy stillness with the breeze stirring the leaves 10 meters above my head.  

The moist conditions on the shallow verges were a perfect breeding ground for my old nemesis, the mosquitoes, and unconsciously I accelerated to try to outrun them.  Soon I turned a corner and looked up a gentle slope to see the 3 walkers a hundred meters ahead of me, just finishing their rest break by the side of the road.

I stopped as I came abreast, to take a short break myself.  We chatted, and I joined them as they set out again.  I learned that they were a couple from New Brunswick who had been born on the Island, along with their friend who still lived nearby.  They were doing the Walk in chunks over a period of months, and that day’s section was to be their last for the summer, as they wanted to avoid walking in the heat.  

Since they had two cars between them, they had worked out a hopscotch routine, driving both cars to the day’s finish to leave one there, and then continuing on to leave the other car at the day’s start.  That way, they were able to drive to and from accommodations for each Section of the Walk, which gave them a lot of flexibility.

We paced along companionably for about 2 hours, including a stretch of Section 14 outside Miscouche that looked more like an overgrown farmer’s lane than a public thoroughfare, but which nonetheless appears on the map as Deroche Road.  

As we walked and chatted, my earlier misgivings about disrupting my solitary wanderings were set aside, and I realised it was quite nice to have company for a bit.  We shared stories about the Sections of the Walk we’d done so far, and tossed about ideas for improvements.  We all agreed that there was work to do to arrange rest stops and water stops, and at the same time we also agreed that the Walk was a fantastic way to get to know the Island. 

I also learned that two of this group had also done the Camino Portuguese a few years earlier, and we compared the Island Walk to that of the more established Camino.  I was also interested in that Camino route itself, as I had had thoughts of trying it myself, and I peppered them with questions about their experiences.  It made for a fun morning. 

Still, I found after a few minutes of walking together that our respective walking paces were slightly different, and I found that my short legs needed a faster pace to keep up with these experienced walkers.  That had us striding into Miscouche sooner than I expected.  There I took a snap for them standing by the Section 14 end sign, as they finished their half of the Walk for the season.

Both my overall journey and my day’s planned stretch still had some distance left to run, but Miscouche looked like a great spot for a lunch break.  When walking westbound along the Trail earlier in my journey, I had passed the town, and had seen nothing of it other than a church spire.

Now, having arrived I thought it looked like a cute little place.  There isn’t too much there, though I did see a nice looking B&B and a couple of shops.  If I had been following the route Section by Section, then ending here and spending the night would have been pleasant.

But with places to get to, I bought a coffee at a nearby shop and stepped into the shade of a leafy red maple to eat my lunch at a picnic table in the park area outside the St. John the Baptist Catholic Church.  

It was only after I’d been there for a bit that it occurred to me that it was a Sunday.  Losing track of time on the Walk was a frequent occurrence.  I relished that.

Lunch concluded, I reluctantly turned my attention to Section 15 – “A secluded walk along the Confederation Trail into Summerside, past city streets and bungalows beside the trail, then a rail trail walk past potato fields into Kensington” – runs from Miscouche to Kensington.  That day, I was only going to do the first 10 km of it, to reach Summerside.  By doing so, I could use the following day for what would be the closest I’d have to a rest day, needing just a short 3-hour, 15 km walk to finish Section 15 into Kensington. 

Setting out from my shaded rest, I stepped into summer heat, following Miscouche streets for a few blocks to rejoin the Confederation Trail.  Here I retraced the steps of Section 5 that I’d walked on Day 4, then with quite different weather, and with the same countryside appearing new to me when viewed from the opposite direction.  

I clipped along at a steady pace, thinking of ice cream in Summerside, and taking frequent water breaks as the afternoon heat continued to build.  The 10 kilometers evaporated quickly, and I was soon entering the city.  The old rail line passed through residential areas as it curved towards the old main rail station down in the middle of town near the seaside.  Despite being an early summer Sunday, there wasn’t a holiday feel to the place, as it wasn’t quite yet the full summer tourist season, and the foot and road traffic was light with many of the more touristy spots still closed.

As I walked, my phone rang.  It was the support person from the T3 bus network.  I had emailed a pick-up request the previous day, to journey from Summerside back to Kensington, and had timed my day around the bus schedule, which showed a 4 pm departure.  I’d made it to Summerside in plenty of time, well before 3:00, with visions of a cool patio serving refreshing beverages.  That proved to be a mirage, however, as the T3 person explained that in fact the bus only runs Monday to Friday.  Quelle drag.  

With that disappointing news, I changed my mind about hanging about in Summerside and instead called a taxi to take me back to Kensington.  My longed-for cool, refreshing beverage sipped slowly by the seaside became a cup of tea back at my hotel.  At least I had an early evening to rest.

Into Kensington

Day 13 dawned grey and overcast, with steady rain predicted to start around mid-day.  Since it was now a Monday, I was able to catch the T3 bus in Kensington to return to Summerside, for what turned out to be the only time I used it on my travels.  It was a pleasant ride, and very cost-effective at just $2 for a one-way journey.  

In hindsight, by the way, I wished that there were more connections with the Walk route, as I would have used it more.  I understand that there’s little call for stops at say Northam along the Confederation Trail in the middle of farming country.  Unfortunately, that means that while it’s worth using the service where the route passes through towns like Summerside and Kensington, in many other places it’s not a very practical means of getting to and from the Walk.

On that morning, once back in Summerside I had only to turn around and follow the Trail out of town for a short morning’s walk to complete Section 15.  I set off intending to get back to my hotel by noon to try to beat the rain.  As before, the sights visible from the path are limited, mostly small copses of trees and fields on both sides, though it was interesting to pass by the large Cavendish Foods processing plant.  I had noticed that PEI often feels like one giant garden, and much of that bounty is funnelled through food processors like this to reach tables from coast to coast.

There were some mosquitoes about, so once again my rest breaks were short and my pace was brisk, bringing me into Kensington well before noon.  As I walked past the old train station in the middle of town, now turned into a cute cafe, two couples sitting outside hailed me in passing to ask where I’d come from.  

I explained about the Island Walk, which prompted them to mention the Camino de Santiago.  They said they’d planned to do that pilgrimage in 2022 but the lifting of COVID-19 restrictions after two years had meant that the Camino was going to be very crowded, and so they’d decided to come to PEI instead.  I recommended the Island Walk to them, and left them with the hope that I’d made a few more converts.

I finished the day in the nick of time, spots of rain splashing the sidewalk just as I reached my hotel.  It was only about noon, leaving me the rest of the day to take a nap, wash some clothes, clean my gear, and get organized for the next day.

That evening, as I listened to wind-driven rain pattering the windows, I reflected upon what I’d accomplished so far.  I was fully into the rhythm of walking, and confident in both my endurance and my adjusted plan.  The earlier day’s-end bone-deep aches, creaks, and stiffness had given way to an almost pleasant tiredness-after-a-good-day’s-work feeling.  I had a routine – sleep, walk, rest, repeat.  I’d learned a lot, and had enjoyed most of what I had seen about the western half of the Island.

And deep down, I was excited because the next day would be what I had come to refer to as Halfway Day, when I would complete Section 16 out of the total of 32.  Not only would I have reached the midpoint, I would be embarking upon some of the most scenic Sections of the Walk, along the Island’s north shore.  Sleep came fitfully; I was eager for more.

Day 9 – Tignish to Dock Corner outside Alberton

  • A bit overcast but warmish and muggy, though with some breezes too.
  • Completed the remainder of Section 11 (starting outside Tignish and continuing to Alberton) and did the first km of Section 12 to Dock Corner 
  • Daily GPS distance = about 25 km, elapsed time just under 6 hours
  • Fitbit daily stats = 28.2 km, 37,800 steps, 310 exercise minutes, 31 flights of stairs

Day 10 – Dock Corner to Portage

  • Sunny and fine, a great day for walking with a lovely breeze
  • Completed the rest of Section 12  
  • Daily GPS distance = about 24 km, elapsed time just under 6 hours
  • Fitbit daily stats = 27.7 km, 37,400 steps, 303 exercise minutes, 53 flights of stairs

Day 11 – Portage to Grand River

  • Sunny day, breezy, perfect
  • Completed Section 13 between Portage and Northam and did the first 5km or so of Section 14 to Grand River
  • Daily GPS distance – 24 km, elapsed time just over 6 hours
  • Fitbit daily stats – 27.8 km, 37,200 steps, 331 exercise minutes, 41 flights of stairs

Day 12 – Grand River to Summerside

  • Gorgeous day, sunny, and getting hot, lovely breeze in the afternoon
  • Completed the rest of Section 14 from Grand River to Miscouche and then walked the first 9 km of Section 15 into Summerside
  • Daily GPS distance – 25 km, elapsed time just over 6 hours
  • Fitbit daily stats – 26 km, 34,800 steps, 315 exercise minutes, 29 flights of stairs

Day 13 – Summerside to Kensington

  • Rain forecast, which arrived during my walk.
  • Planned short day for a rest, only had to complete the rest of Section 15
  • Daily GPS distance – 14 km, elapsed time 3 hours
  • Fitbit daily stats – 18.4 km, 24,600 steps, 218 exercise minutes, 11 flights of stairs

Suggestions

Alberton, Tyne Valley, Summerside, and Kensington between them have many options for accommodation and dining, and there are some scattered B&Bs and resorts in the general area near the route, but as with the other stretches, it’s difficult to walk from accommodation to accommodation.  

You could do that between Tignish and Alberton, and between Miscouche and Kensington, but otherwise you’d have to stray well off the route to get to a B&B.  Instead, I suggest booking something for a couple of days in one of the bigger communities and then arranging pick-up and drop-off transportation to the walk route.  

This is what I did, basing myself in Kensington after I left Tignish.  I’d also strongly recommend booking accommodation ahead, however, especially in high season, since there aren’t a ton of places to stay.

With respect to other necessities, Alberton, Summerside, and Kensington are all big enough to have grocery shops, restaurants, pharmacies, bakeries, etc. so that you can keep yourself supplied and looked after.

In this part of PEI, you can use one of the Summerside taxi companies that cover most of the west end of the island – they will run you all the way to North Cape if you want.  That can be expensive, however – expect rates in the region of $2 per km.  I did use them a few times in this part of the walk.  I also connected with a local tour operator named Stanley MacDonald, who was recommended to me by Barbara at the Tignish Heritage Inn.  Stanley is based in O’Leary, and he did my pick-ups and drop-offs between Portage and Kensington.

Finally, other transportation options exist as well.  There are other tour operators, who provide services such as I received from Stanley.  There is also the T3 bus network, which can get you to/from some of the points on the Island Walk route, e.g. Miscouche to Kensington.  Check their website for full schedule info.

As for sustenance, in these sections you’ll need to pack a lunch most days and I would recommend taking some snacks as well.  There are a few places in Miscouche, and quite a few in Summerside and Kensington, where you could get something to take with you on your walk.  And don’t forget the water – there are limited places to fill up unless you knock on someone’s door, so in my case I carried 1.5 liters with me each day.

As for bio pit stops, you’re partly on the Confederation Trail and partly on roads so for the most part you’ll be improvising.  Judging by the bits of toilet paper I saw at certain points along the Trail, most people seem to just step off the trail into the bushes as needed.  On the road sections, there are some stretches with forest and bush on one side or the other, whereas others are pretty open.  In general, I’d say plan your water consumption accordingly.  For the most part over most of these sections, if you need to pee, you’re either sneaking into the bushes by the side of the road, or holding on till you reach a gas station.

While the Trail portions of this part of the walk are, like all of the Confederation Trail, well supplied with picnic tables and benches every few kilometers, the rest of this part of the Walk is along roads.  I found few parks, cemeteries, churches, community centres, or museums where I could sit for a rest, so I improvised where I could.  For example, I found a great spot on some rocks near Cascumpec Bay where I sat to eat my lunch while watching some oystermen at work.  My Mountain Equipment Co-op seat cushion came in handy that day.

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