Saturday morning in Fredericton. Time to go to the Boyce Farmers Market, and enjoy the fruits of the soil.
Not all of it is local soil, of course - the fresh-squeezed orange juice is a joy. I also get a buffalo sausage. According to the people that grow and sell the buffalo, the meat is low in cholesterol, low in fat, and will make the consoumer of it into a colossus that will bestride the earth. O.K., they (or I) may be exaggerating. I know I like them.
It's a nice walk, down to the market and back. The weather is hotter and stickier than before, with low cloud moving in and out. I do appreciate some more buildings.
In the afternoon, I visit my younger sister and family, and then go to Keswick for a barbeque at the home of another university friend. Hours of "Do you remember..." ensue. I do get to tour the livestock - she and her husband have about half a million bees in their apiary. We eat cow exposed to fire, and watch the stars come out. And the mosquitoes.
I take my leave, and come back home cautiously in the dark - blacktop roads with no stripes are very exciting.
Another good day - only 65k, but lots of fun. And again, no cheating of death.