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“I’d rather die on a mountain than in my bed.” – Natasha, at the hostel

PEI has a cultivated beauty. I bike red dirt roads to red and white lighthouses, followed by red dirt fields full of red potatoes.

The hostel in Charlottetown is full of fun and interesting people, like my new friend Natasha who says the most profound things. We’re all on adventures.

After two great nights in Charlottetown, I’m clean, my clothes are clean, my legs are rested and my saddle sores are healed. Life is good as I pedal toward Confederation Bridge.

Wood Islands from the ferry

Tide clock

This control station was built in St Catharines!

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The view from the top of the lighthouse

The garage in the fabulous Charlottetown Backpackers Inn

Double rainbow at the inn!

Me and Sir John A.

Playing some fiddle on the boardwalk

Textile studio downtown

Turns out when the menu says “fishbowl,” they aren’t kidding.

Confederation bridge in the distance.

One of the infamous PEI foxes