Tuesday, August 23, 2005
Day 57 – Distance: 109.25 km
Pointe des Cascades to Mont St-Hilaire, QC
We had decided the night before that Jean and I would drive Chris and Kim back to Cornwall (giving me a half-day rest) so that Kim could catch a train to Toronto, and Chris could start biking west so as to make Gord’s life a little easier. However, when we got up in the morning, it seemed to make much more sense for me to start biking right away, and for Jean to catch up with me after she returned from Cornwall. I wasn’t too concerned with making my way through Montreal (south end), as I had very detailed instructions from other rides I have done. It was a great day; the ride along the lakeshore was beautiful with lots of large homes and quaint villages. Jean met up with me near Marche Atwater, where we had lunch at a café, then I carried on along the bike paths, past Place Jacques Cartier and on to the Jacques Cartier bridge. That certainly was a highlight of the day! It must be about 2 km long, right over the St. Lawrence River, and a wide bicycle path so it felt safe the whole time. Of course I stopped for at least one photo. Another fun, unexpected event was riding through St. Lambert, where friend Mae Cox comes from; I hadn’t realized I would be going through there, so my face totally broke out into smiles when I saw it.
I arrived at the next meeting spot Jean and I had agreed upon, and since she wasn’t there yet, I gave her a quick call (thankfully, our cell phones are working). Poor Jean had got totally lost after lunch; she never did find the Jacques Cartier bridge, and ended up driving along Hwy 20 (both directions) for many kilometers. She asked directions, but they weren’t very clear. I can certainly commiserate – Albert and I have got confused several times when trying to drive through Montreal. I was sorry I hadn’t showed her how to use the GPS program on my computer; I had thought of it in the morning, but there didn’t seem to be enough time. Too bad! In any event, she came to the name of a small town, and fortunately recognized it as being along our route. She finally caught up with me about 5 km from the campsite, at the same time as the threatening clouds cleared a bit. We were both certainly ready for the sherry party tonight! Jean cooked supper while I showered, and then we started to try to plan where Cam will join us. I’m going to try to ride for two more days, but that will be 8 days without a break, so we’ll see if I can do it.
Pointe des Cascades to Mont St-Hilaire, QC
We had decided the night before that Jean and I would drive Chris and Kim back to Cornwall (giving me a half-day rest) so that Kim could catch a train to Toronto, and Chris could start biking west so as to make Gord’s life a little easier. However, when we got up in the morning, it seemed to make much more sense for me to start biking right away, and for Jean to catch up with me after she returned from Cornwall. I wasn’t too concerned with making my way through Montreal (south end), as I had very detailed instructions from other rides I have done. It was a great day; the ride along the lakeshore was beautiful with lots of large homes and quaint villages. Jean met up with me near Marche Atwater, where we had lunch at a café, then I carried on along the bike paths, past Place Jacques Cartier and on to the Jacques Cartier bridge. That certainly was a highlight of the day! It must be about 2 km long, right over the St. Lawrence River, and a wide bicycle path so it felt safe the whole time. Of course I stopped for at least one photo. Another fun, unexpected event was riding through St. Lambert, where friend Mae Cox comes from; I hadn’t realized I would be going through there, so my face totally broke out into smiles when I saw it.
I arrived at the next meeting spot Jean and I had agreed upon, and since she wasn’t there yet, I gave her a quick call (thankfully, our cell phones are working). Poor Jean had got totally lost after lunch; she never did find the Jacques Cartier bridge, and ended up driving along Hwy 20 (both directions) for many kilometers. She asked directions, but they weren’t very clear. I can certainly commiserate – Albert and I have got confused several times when trying to drive through Montreal. I was sorry I hadn’t showed her how to use the GPS program on my computer; I had thought of it in the morning, but there didn’t seem to be enough time. Too bad! In any event, she came to the name of a small town, and fortunately recognized it as being along our route. She finally caught up with me about 5 km from the campsite, at the same time as the threatening clouds cleared a bit. We were both certainly ready for the sherry party tonight! Jean cooked supper while I showered, and then we started to try to plan where Cam will join us. I’m going to try to ride for two more days, but that will be 8 days without a break, so we’ll see if I can do it.
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