My friend Lowell’s son Mark is on the tail end of a charity bicycle ride from Carleton Place to Charlottetown. I have ancestors on my mother’s side with Carleton Place connections; in Our Caswell Relatives the town is described:

“Carleton Place, at the present time wears quite a lively appearance, and looks pretty much like a man who has been awakened from a sleep long enough to have suffered his clothes to get sadly out of fashion and repair, but was at length getting into a new suit.”

Right now the ride has taken them into New Brunswick; they should be on the Island later this week. It’s an amazing achievement.