Sunday, August 28, 2005
Day 62 – Distance: 150.37 km
Riviere Ouelle to Notre-Dame-du-Lac, QC
Another fine day, starting off with another one of Cam’s fine breakfasts. I left the campsite about 8:20, and phoned Joan about 20 minutes later to see how the wedding had gone. Fortunately, the weather evidently held until the ceremony and photos were finished, and any problems were minor ones, so everyone was happy.
The wind was in my back for the trip to Riviere du Loup, which was great, and I heard church bells pealing as I went along. I reached Riviere du Loup (65 km) by 11:30 a.m., and headed south for the information centre just down the street from Hwy 20 to ask about the TransCanada Trail I had heard about. As luck would have it, the city bike path leading to it started just two blocks away. I had to negotiate a very long hill to get to the actual Trail, and I took one wrong turn. Fortunately, a gentleman (cycling) helped me out, even though his French was difficult to understand. The trail is all hard-packed screenings, which are much slower to bike on than pavement. However, with the strong wind which would have been from the side, and knowing that Hwy 185 is quite hilly, I decided I would take the trail. It was nice to be back in nature; the trail reminded me of the Oro-Medonte trail from Orillia to Barrie. It had a gradual uphill slope for the first 50 km or so, so that I was only going about 15 – 20 kph, but the next 30 were easier. It was 84.7 km to Notre-Dame-du-Lac along the trail from Riviere du Loup, but this is a favourite place of mine, ever since Nory and I saw it from the highway when we drove to PEI a few years ago. Albert and I have stayed here twice, and we love the restaurant “La Dolce Vita”. Cam also enjoyed it when we went there for supper, so I was pleased.
Notes: I did have a bit of rain in the afternoon, but nothing too bad. I saw two beautiful great blue herons lazily taking off from one of the ponds, and a pileated woodpecker flew along the trail in front of me. I laughed at myself; when I’m biking through the beautiful villages, I like those best, but once I’m back on nature trails, I like those. I guess I’m kind of fickle…
Riviere Ouelle to Notre-Dame-du-Lac, QC
Another fine day, starting off with another one of Cam’s fine breakfasts. I left the campsite about 8:20, and phoned Joan about 20 minutes later to see how the wedding had gone. Fortunately, the weather evidently held until the ceremony and photos were finished, and any problems were minor ones, so everyone was happy.
The wind was in my back for the trip to Riviere du Loup, which was great, and I heard church bells pealing as I went along. I reached Riviere du Loup (65 km) by 11:30 a.m., and headed south for the information centre just down the street from Hwy 20 to ask about the TransCanada Trail I had heard about. As luck would have it, the city bike path leading to it started just two blocks away. I had to negotiate a very long hill to get to the actual Trail, and I took one wrong turn. Fortunately, a gentleman (cycling) helped me out, even though his French was difficult to understand. The trail is all hard-packed screenings, which are much slower to bike on than pavement. However, with the strong wind which would have been from the side, and knowing that Hwy 185 is quite hilly, I decided I would take the trail. It was nice to be back in nature; the trail reminded me of the Oro-Medonte trail from Orillia to Barrie. It had a gradual uphill slope for the first 50 km or so, so that I was only going about 15 – 20 kph, but the next 30 were easier. It was 84.7 km to Notre-Dame-du-Lac along the trail from Riviere du Loup, but this is a favourite place of mine, ever since Nory and I saw it from the highway when we drove to PEI a few years ago. Albert and I have stayed here twice, and we love the restaurant “La Dolce Vita”. Cam also enjoyed it when we went there for supper, so I was pleased.
Notes: I did have a bit of rain in the afternoon, but nothing too bad. I saw two beautiful great blue herons lazily taking off from one of the ponds, and a pileated woodpecker flew along the trail in front of me. I laughed at myself; when I’m biking through the beautiful villages, I like those best, but once I’m back on nature trails, I like those. I guess I’m kind of fickle…
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