>As Ted and I was finishing up our ride yesterday, the Confederation Trail swung us near the water. To our right was a field of wheat and to the left was St. Peter’s Bay with dark blue water and a myriad of mussel markers. A large church rose above all other buildings on the opposite shore, which was dotted with tiny houses.
“This is a million-dollar view,” said Ted, stopping his bike and setting up a shot of him and me next to the sea. It is a beautiful view, we both agreed.
“But I bet you will get tired of it in the next 30 to 40 years,” I said.
