Time for a little French history lesson at the Fortress of Louisbourg. We walked through the mist to the old fortress, meeting all sorts of characters from soldiers to engineers. After we’d had our fill of history, we prepped our kayaks for the next morning and saddled up on our tour bikes. We stormed the streets, bays and meadows of Louisbourg, jockeying for position. Margaret thought she had it won, but dad showed he still had a little steam left in his legs. We took a well-deserved rest for sunset. Just before it dipped down entirely, we heard the welcome honk of our tour truck coming to pick us up. Lucky for tired Dad.