Hey I am curious about how many of you were reading me. Can you send me an email at lapetitebuse@hotmail.com? cheers
Salut je me demandais combien d'entre vous me lisait. Pourriez-vous m'envoyer un email a lapetitebuse@hotmail.com? Merci
Les dernieres photos ICI - HERE are the latest pics
Sunday, August 7, 2011
Is it the end of the adventure?
Hello fellow readers, I am in Saint John's, Newfoundland. I finaly made it to my objective, after 8000km on my bicycle. It feels like I went through a spacotemporal hole. I ended up in Saint John's in January, and the winter is pretty mild here, 11 degres, but very very rainy and foggy. I love it nonetheless, and made it to cape spear, the most easterly point in America. Can't go any further on my bike!
I am not sure of what's next, I'll decide in Halifax, my next destination.
Here some interesting numbers : I spent 61 days riding, at an average of 21.6km/h, 6.15 hour per day, and 132.7 km per day. the total distance is 8097.3km. I took 21 days to rest.
Although I was going fast, and it might think to you that it would be really hard, I encourage you to try bicycle touring, take it at your pace, and you'll realize that it is the best way to travel, meet the locals and trully the best way of discovering a country. I hope that I inspired some of you to ride your bicycle and use your car less.
See you all, thanks for reading me.
DAvid
I am not sure of what's next, I'll decide in Halifax, my next destination.
Here some interesting numbers : I spent 61 days riding, at an average of 21.6km/h, 6.15 hour per day, and 132.7 km per day. the total distance is 8097.3km. I took 21 days to rest.
Although I was going fast, and it might think to you that it would be really hard, I encourage you to try bicycle touring, take it at your pace, and you'll realize that it is the best way to travel, meet the locals and trully the best way of discovering a country. I hope that I inspired some of you to ride your bicycle and use your car less.
See you all, thanks for reading me.
DAvid
Peux pas aller plus loin!
Salut A tous, je suis a St John's en Terre Neuve. J'ai rejoins le point le plus a l'est du continent americain, et y'a plus nul part ou continuer. Un petit resume de mes jours en Terre Neuve : Je suis arrive a Port aux Basques samedi dernier a 6h du mat. C'etait vraiment impressionnant de partir dans le brouillard et tout de suite cette terre m'a vraiment impressionne. C'est tellement sauvage ici, les montagnes sont imposantes et inspirent le respect, et j'avais l'impression qu'il y avat un geant qui me regardait, cache derriere. Le tempos s'est degage et un leger vent de dos me poussait dans des immenses vallees, sur une route sans gros deniveles. Apres environ 90km, je rattrape un autrte cycliste, Adam, qui lui aussi a commence de la cote ouest et se rends a Saint John's. Nous continuons ensemble et nous rendons a Corner Brook. Ca a ete ma plus grosse journee depuis le debut, 230km et 9h45 sur la selle. Content d'arriver, nous preparons un delicieux repas avec de la morue fraiche. Le matin, Adam decide de continuer mais moi je dois rester pour essayer de resoudre mes problemes de velo. Je passe toute la journee a me reposer et le soir, j'appelle mon contact dans cette ville, a qui j'avais parle 2 jours auparavent. "Je suis occupe ce soir", il me dit au telephone, mais si tu veux rester chez moi cette nuit, pas de probleme, la porte du sous sol est ouverte, rentre et attend moi. Donc j'y vais et c'est comme bizzard de rentrer chez un inconnu. Je me met un film a la tele et j'attend. Soudain, un groupe de 4 personnes rentrent, les mains pleines de packs de bierre. Ils etaient aussi surpris que moi, et je me demandais lequel etait mon hote (j'avais oublie son nom). Je leur explique ce que je fais la, et ils me disent "ah bon! bienvenu alors!" De plus en plus de gens arrivaient et soudain l'un d'entre eux me tends la main "Je suis Peter, le gars qui habite ici, enchante!" Ils venaient tous de faire un triathlon, et ils allaient celebrer ca ce soir. J'ai passe une bonne soiree, au milieu de tout ces adeptes du sport.
Corner brooks est a 40km de deer lake, la ou pars la route pour aller au parc national Gros Morne, 70km plud loin. Je voulais y aller, mais j'etais pas chaud pour 140km de detour, donc le lendemain je decide de me teletransporter a Gros Morne. Quel bel endroit, un lieu special puisque l'on peux y voir le manteau terrestre qui par un phenomene geologique est remonte a la surface. Je decide de faire une petite rando, 16km pour aller au sommet du mont Gros Morne. Quelle belle vue et quel beau temps. Je tombe nez a nez avec un orignal, finalement, un gros male pres du sentier, a 20m seulement. Puis j'en vois d'autre dans les alpages, c'etait super. Je retrouve mon velo aux alentours de 15h00, et je pars pour 70km avec des bosses de malades, pour retourner a Deer lake. Les jours suivants, j'ai roule beaucoup, sur une belle route mais monotone. Dans ce cas, ca deviens un defis physique ou j'essaye d'avaler le plus de km possible. 500km en 3 jours, dans de bonnes conditions. Un soir, a Badger, j'ai campe le long d'un riviere, l'Exploit, et y'avait plein de pecheurs qui essayaient de choper des saumons de l'Atlantique. Ca m'a rappele mon temps en Colombie Brittanique. Jeudi soir j'ai campe dans une cabane de chantier qui etait ouverte, tandis que la pluie s'installait. Le lendemain, je prends la route tot le matin, seulement 140km avant la fin de mon voyage. J'avais pas le gout, a cause du temps, un brouillard qui ferait meme pas sourire un breton, et un vent de maboule malade contre moi. Heureusement, apres 60km, je consulte mes emails et quelqu'un m'a invite a rester chez lui. Savoir qu'il y avait un lit et une douche a la fin de la journee m'a donne des ailes, et ca m'a pris 7h avant de finalement arriver a ma destination. C'etait du travail, le vent soufflait tellement fort que ma moyenne est restee en dessous de 20km/h. J'avais l'impression que plus je m'approchais de Saint John's, plus la nature eaasyait de m'arreter. C'est mal me connaitre! A la fin, le brouillard etait si epais que les voitures ne me voyaient plus et c'etais un peu dangereux sur l'autoroute. Mon premier arret a Saint John's a ete Value Village, un magasin de fringue, ou j'ai achete un pull en polaire! Puis je suis arrive, trempe, chez Martin et Marise, et leur fille Emilie, pour quelques jours de repos bien merites.
Corner brooks est a 40km de deer lake, la ou pars la route pour aller au parc national Gros Morne, 70km plud loin. Je voulais y aller, mais j'etais pas chaud pour 140km de detour, donc le lendemain je decide de me teletransporter a Gros Morne. Quel bel endroit, un lieu special puisque l'on peux y voir le manteau terrestre qui par un phenomene geologique est remonte a la surface. Je decide de faire une petite rando, 16km pour aller au sommet du mont Gros Morne. Quelle belle vue et quel beau temps. Je tombe nez a nez avec un orignal, finalement, un gros male pres du sentier, a 20m seulement. Puis j'en vois d'autre dans les alpages, c'etait super. Je retrouve mon velo aux alentours de 15h00, et je pars pour 70km avec des bosses de malades, pour retourner a Deer lake. Les jours suivants, j'ai roule beaucoup, sur une belle route mais monotone. Dans ce cas, ca deviens un defis physique ou j'essaye d'avaler le plus de km possible. 500km en 3 jours, dans de bonnes conditions. Un soir, a Badger, j'ai campe le long d'un riviere, l'Exploit, et y'avait plein de pecheurs qui essayaient de choper des saumons de l'Atlantique. Ca m'a rappele mon temps en Colombie Brittanique. Jeudi soir j'ai campe dans une cabane de chantier qui etait ouverte, tandis que la pluie s'installait. Le lendemain, je prends la route tot le matin, seulement 140km avant la fin de mon voyage. J'avais pas le gout, a cause du temps, un brouillard qui ferait meme pas sourire un breton, et un vent de maboule malade contre moi. Heureusement, apres 60km, je consulte mes emails et quelqu'un m'a invite a rester chez lui. Savoir qu'il y avait un lit et une douche a la fin de la journee m'a donne des ailes, et ca m'a pris 7h avant de finalement arriver a ma destination. C'etait du travail, le vent soufflait tellement fort que ma moyenne est restee en dessous de 20km/h. J'avais l'impression que plus je m'approchais de Saint John's, plus la nature eaasyait de m'arreter. C'est mal me connaitre! A la fin, le brouillard etait si epais que les voitures ne me voyaient plus et c'etais un peu dangereux sur l'autoroute. Mon premier arret a Saint John's a ete Value Village, un magasin de fringue, ou j'ai achete un pull en polaire! Puis je suis arrive, trempe, chez Martin et Marise, et leur fille Emilie, pour quelques jours de repos bien merites.
David
Monday, August 1, 2011
Les Terre-Neuviens sont geniaux!
SAlut tout le monde, je suis au park national Gros Morne, et je m'apprette a me faire une petite rando a pieds jusqu'au sommet d'une petite montagne pour apprecier une bonne vue et un bon soleil.
Plein de bonnes choses me sont arrivees depuis que je suis arrive sur l'ile. Je vous donne plus de nouvelles plus tard. Une rando, ca me changera du velo!
a plus,
David
Plein de bonnes choses me sont arrivees depuis que je suis arrive sur l'ile. Je vous donne plus de nouvelles plus tard. Une rando, ca me changera du velo!
a plus,
David
Friday, July 29, 2011
The last leg
Hello Fellows, I am in Sydney, Nova Scotia. After solving my bike issues (the chain and chain rings were so worn that the chain was skipping) I made good progress toward Nova Scotia. Since the roads were boring, straight through the forest, I decided to go through PEI to check it out. I got there and the forecast was terrible for the forthcoming night so I asked someone if I could crash their barn, and I got invited to stay in a huge trailer with all the modern comfort and dryness we expect in our lives. The next morning I only had to ride 35km to Charlotte town, and I decided not to take the transcanada highway, but instead to go off the beaten trails. I ended up on some dirt road lost in the middle of nowhere, a true change from the usual pavement. A good experience overall. I stopped at the local bike store that I had called a few days before to pick up some parts, then treated myself with some delicious bagels and oh my god I gotta go or I will miss the ferry. The race was on to reach Woods Island before 4.30pm. I was fighting against strong headwinds and Russian hills. I made it with a little time to spare, but that was 2 intense hours. At the ferry terminal, I bumped into Clive, another guy on his bike. He left Victoria, BC, early may and has been following the transcanada trail, mostly off road. We connected right away and decided to camp together in Pictou, my first stop in Nova Scotia. After a long search, we found a sheltered place to pitch our tent, and the rain that night was unbelievably strong. A good pot of salt cod with pasta, and an endless list of stories kept us entertained all night. In the morning, we set off together but parted shortly after since he was headed to Halifax and I was going east to Cape Breton Island. All morning I was stuck on a 4 lane highway with a mist so thick I got soaking wet. I pedaled 80km on a can of sardine and a cup of raisin and after a good lunch the weather was opening, and a light tailwind allowed me to make good progress. By the time I crossed the Canso causeway, officially entering the Cape Breton Island, the sun was fully out. A few minute only after I crossed, 3 Canadian navy boats arrived and the causeway rotated to allow them, blocking hundreds of car on either side. Lucky! I pushed on that day until late, energized by awesome condition, beautiful landscape and colors. I stopped 2 km short of 200, in an isolated house on the side of Bras D'Or lake. The family that was living there was very hospitable even though I bet they don't see many travelers (the house was wayyyy off the road). I got treated with a warm shower, some good company and a coffee in the morning. I had a lot of fun with their 3 little kids. I set off this morning and it was supposed to be an easy day, only 70km to North Sydney, then I realized my bottom bracket is wobbly and needs to be replace. Here I am in a public library, waiting for the bike store to see if they have the part in stock. pray for me!
Be well readers, and check out my photos here
David
Be well readers, and check out my photos here
David
Tuesday, July 26, 2011
PEI
Hello friends,
I am about to cross the confederation bridge. Too bad I am not allowed to ride it!
Gotta go the shuttle is waiting for me.
cheers
David
I am about to cross the confederation bridge. Too bad I am not allowed to ride it!
Gotta go the shuttle is waiting for me.
cheers
David
Sunday, July 24, 2011
Probleme
Salut a tous,
Je suis a Bathurst au Nouveau Brunswick. Hier j'ai flaner toute la journee, je me suis arreter a New Richmond le matin et j'ai discuter avec des meufs jusqu'a midi. Puis j'ai du attendre 1 heure qu'un mechant orage passe (vraiment mechant). Resultat, je me suis retrouve le soir avec le quotas journalier non atteind et j'ai decider de rester sur la selle jusqu'a la nuit. Et la, mon cable de changement de vitesse casse. 30 minute pour le changer, et le soleil est dessous l'horison, il me faut trouver un endroit ou camper tout de suite. Je vois quelqu'un qui bricole dans son jardin, je lui demande si je peux mettre ma tente sur sa pelouse et l'hospitalite Accadienne a fait le reste. Marcel, un medecin presque a la retraite m'invite a rester chez lui. Apres une bonne douche, nous parlons un peu de sa passion, les bateaux cigarette. Il en a deux. Sa femme m'a cuisine un dejeune de champion le matin. Merci!
Aujourd'hui, j'ai rejoint Bathurst, 100km au sud est, mais la je suis coince, comme un lion en cage, ma roue libre est petee et je ne peux pas repartir tant que ce n'est pas repare. Je vais aller camper devant le magasin de velo du coin pour etre le premier a passer les porte le matin!
A plus,
David
Je suis a Bathurst au Nouveau Brunswick. Hier j'ai flaner toute la journee, je me suis arreter a New Richmond le matin et j'ai discuter avec des meufs jusqu'a midi. Puis j'ai du attendre 1 heure qu'un mechant orage passe (vraiment mechant). Resultat, je me suis retrouve le soir avec le quotas journalier non atteind et j'ai decider de rester sur la selle jusqu'a la nuit. Et la, mon cable de changement de vitesse casse. 30 minute pour le changer, et le soleil est dessous l'horison, il me faut trouver un endroit ou camper tout de suite. Je vois quelqu'un qui bricole dans son jardin, je lui demande si je peux mettre ma tente sur sa pelouse et l'hospitalite Accadienne a fait le reste. Marcel, un medecin presque a la retraite m'invite a rester chez lui. Apres une bonne douche, nous parlons un peu de sa passion, les bateaux cigarette. Il en a deux. Sa femme m'a cuisine un dejeune de champion le matin. Merci!
Aujourd'hui, j'ai rejoint Bathurst, 100km au sud est, mais la je suis coince, comme un lion en cage, ma roue libre est petee et je ne peux pas repartir tant que ce n'est pas repare. Je vais aller camper devant le magasin de velo du coin pour etre le premier a passer les porte le matin!
A plus,
David
Saturday, July 23, 2011
Enfin a la fin du Quebec!
Je dis enfin parce que si j'y reste trop longtemps, je ne vais plus vouloir partir. La météo n'a pas été clémente tous les jours. Je me suis pris de grosses averses avant d'arriver a Cloridorme. Je suis arrivé a Gaspé a 13hoo, et la je rencontre Claire, une francaise qui a déménagé a Montréal cet été, mais puisqu'elle n'a pas trouvé de travail, elle a décidé de partir a l'aventure en vélo. Je l'ai convaincu de prendre la route avec moi, en dépis de la pluie qui s'était installée. Pendant 3 heures, on a bataillé sous la pluie battante, et finalement le vent frai et de face a eu raison de nous : a 20hoo, nous étions trempés et je tremblais de froid. Je décide de prendre ma chance et de sonner chez quelqu'un pour demander l'hospitalité. Quelle chance, Roger était vraiment cool, et content d'avoir de la companie. Ils nous a fait un bon thé pour qu'on se réchauffe, et nous a offert de coucher dans son mobile home. On a pas hésiter longtemps pour dire oui. Un lit et une couette chaude, y'a rien de mieux quand il pleut dehors!
Sinon le québec c'est aussi une aventure culinaire, et la Gaspésie regorge de spécialités toutes aussi bonnes les unes que les autres. Beaucout de produits de la mer, morue, homard, et des desset a vous couper le souffle. Et puis il y a les gateaux Vachon. Mathieu, mon pote qui m'a héberger a Quebec, m'a conseiller de les essayer et la je suis accro. La liste d'ingédient fait vraiment peur, et l'emballage est tout sauf écologique, mais pour $2.5, ils comblent bien mes besoins en sucre! En plus, y'a plein de type différents. Je vous met une petite photo!
Voila je vous laisse, je dois reprendre la route, avec les nuages menacant qui vont se deverser sur moi plus tard.
David
Sinon le québec c'est aussi une aventure culinaire, et la Gaspésie regorge de spécialités toutes aussi bonnes les unes que les autres. Beaucout de produits de la mer, morue, homard, et des desset a vous couper le souffle. Et puis il y a les gateaux Vachon. Mathieu, mon pote qui m'a héberger a Quebec, m'a conseiller de les essayer et la je suis accro. La liste d'ingédient fait vraiment peur, et l'emballage est tout sauf écologique, mais pour $2.5, ils comblent bien mes besoins en sucre! En plus, y'a plein de type différents. Je vous met une petite photo!
Voila je vous laisse, je dois reprendre la route, avec les nuages menacant qui vont se deverser sur moi plus tard.
David
Almost done with Quebec
Hello amigos, I am in Carleton. in about 60km, I will leave Quebec and start heading toward my goal : Newfoundland. Gaspésie has been a true révelation for me and I sure don't regret to have gone out of my way. I left Quebec on july 17, and for the next 2 days I had a trully wonderful time, making excellent progress in awesome conditions, sun, flat roads and tailwind. I had lots of intense moments, like when I reach the top of a little hill in the town of Kamouraska, and had a peek on the Saint Lawrence, I remember feeling so overwhelmed with emotion and I felt so happy I almost had tears running down my cheeks. Also, this town is a big climbing destination and seeing these cliffs on the seaside made me want to run to them and climb them. Instead, I stopped in an organic farm to resupply and I talk to a little boy who was in vacation there. Boy he was talkative for his age! He told me he would not help with the farm since he was on vacation, and vacation are made to rest, not to work! I showed him a map of Canada and gave him a little geography lesson. Some would say that I am ready to be father. Nay, gotta enjoy more freedom! After a few days of crazy average speed, the landscape changed and hindered my progress. First the foot hils of the Chic Chocs appeared, but the road stayed mostly flat, very close to the water. Then the hills became cliffs and for another 80km, the road was tucked between them and the water. Some signs were warning of the possibility of a wave snatching cars off the highway during storms. Then in Manche D'epée (Love this name!) there was no other possibility but to go up. And boy they don't like corners in Quebec, they go straight no matter what. The roads in Gaspésie have the craziest grade I've ever seen. Up to 12%. the hills are never long, butr they are so steep I had trouble going up with the gears I have. Sometimes I had to zig zag to be able to keep going. And then on the other side I could reach scary speeds. It went on for 100km, up, down, flat, and you start over. Hard on the legs, but I was holding up alright. I met other travellers who had to push their bike up these hills, must have taken so long! Every night I was able to find super nice campsites, and throughout Gaspésie I really enjoyed how friendly and hospitable people were. Gaspé was surprisingly small, Percé still has its big rock with the hole in it. After Percé, the roads became flats again and I finished the tour de Gaspésie pretty fast. Yesterday evening, I stopped at 8pm, the weather was very good, the light in the sunset was amazing and I only decided to pull over when it became too dark to see. Oh and also there is no bugs out here, which make things all the more enjoyable. The rest in French!
Take care all of you!
David
Take care all of you!
David
Thursday, July 21, 2011
Viva Gaspesie!
Hello my friends, I am in Saint Georges, about 15km past Gaspé. I can't give too much news now, gotta be social with my host. I am enjoying myself soooooooo much. I promise I will write more soon.
Check out my new pics here
DAvid
Check out my new pics here
DAvid
Monday, July 18, 2011
Bonjour les amis, je suis a Trois Pistoles. C'est surprenant la patate que j'ai apres 10 jours dans le canapé! Hier je suis parti de Quebec après 13h, et j'ai quand même fait 120km. Aujourd'hui je suis déja à 140km et encore plus de 2 heures sur la selle. Ca sent le 180km ca! Quelle belle région ici, la route suis la cote sud du Saint Laurent, qui me donne son energie a chaque fois que je le vois. Les gens sont tellement aimables, les petits villages sont invitants et tout est vibrant d'émotions. Vraiment je suis heureux d'etre ici et tout l'or du monde ne me ferais pas changer de direction. Demain je devrais entrer officiellemt en Gaspésie.
Je vous laisse, le soleil m'attend dehors...
David
Je vous laisse, le soleil m'attend dehors...
David
Sunday, July 17, 2011
Time to leave
Hello it's me again! I am about to leave Quebec city, en route for the Gaspésie peninsula. I had a superbe time in the 400 years old city, ate a lot of poutine, met some cool people, didn`t sleep a lot. The festival is a true experience, I saw concerts every nights, 2 of them along with 100 000+ other people (Elton John and Metallica). For only 65 bucks, it`s a good bang for the buck!
The weather is sunny, humid and hhhhoooooot. I am going to melt like butter...Anyway, hope you guys are having a great summer, talk to you soon.
David
The weather is sunny, humid and hhhhoooooot. I am going to melt like butter...Anyway, hope you guys are having a great summer, talk to you soon.
David
Thursday, July 7, 2011
La belle province
hug hug everybody, I am in Quebec city for 10 days, time to relax, watch concerts, eat a lot and have some fun!
Wish you well all of you,
David
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Wish you well all of you,
David
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Quebec, c'est de la balle
Bon matin, je suis a Quebec. Apres un super séjour a Montréal, il était temps de reprendre la route, seulement 350km jusqu'à la ville de Quebec. j`ai décidé de prendre une route moins conventionnelle et au lieu de suivre le Saint Laurent, je suis monte plus au nord. Quelle joie de me retrouve dans la cambrousse Québécoise, avec plein de petits villages et des gens accueillants de partout. Les conditions étaient super aussi, vent dans le dos, asphalte de bonne qualité et peu de voitures (des fois, pas de voitures!). Avant hier, j'ai vraiment tardé avant de m`arrêté pour le repas de midi et et j'avais un trou noir dans mon estomac qui n'attendais que d’être rempli! En arrivant a Rivière a Pierre, je fais des courses vite fait dans une épicerie, et résistant a la tentation de n'acheter que des trucs gras et sucrés, et je pensais m’arrêter quelques heures et me détendre au soleil. Que nini! Les mouches noires ont refait leur apparitions et ça a été un dur combat pour préparer ma salade et manger sans me faire bouffer. De la, j'ai suivi la piste cyclable Jacques Cartier jusqu'à Quebec, une autre voie de chemin de fer reconvertie. Malgré qu'elle soit faite en terre battue, un peu plus lent que le goudron, c'est très avantageux puisqu'il n`y a pas de fort grade (les trains ne montent pas bien!) et ça coupe pas mal de détours et virages que la route fait. Je décide de camper a Saint Raymond, et plusieurs personnes me conseillent de camper près d'une rampe de mise a l'eau pour bateaux. En effet, c’était un joli site près d'une rivière, et bien qu'il soit infeste d'insecte, j'étais convaincu d'avoir fait un bon choix. A 22h00, je dormais paisiblement quand des voiture me réveillent, se garent juste a cote de moi. Des jeunes lycéens en vacances avaient décider de venir faire une petite fête ici et c'était pas une petite tente qui allaient les arrêter. Toute la nuit ils ont bus autour du feu et leurs voies animées par l'alcool ont résonné fort. Toute la nuit, j'ai espéré qu'ils allaient en finir bientôt, mais ils étaient encore la le matin lorsque je pliait mes affaires, conscient de m'avoir tenu éveillé et tout penauds. J'ai du écouté leurs conversation d'adolescents, cul, voiture, cul cul et cul. Le lendemain, moi, mes 2 heure de sommeil et mes 150 piqûres de mouches noires sommes partis, avec seulement 60km a faire. a partir de là, la piste cyclable était goudronnée et je me suis fait vraiment plaisir en pédalant comme un dératé, aidé par le vent dans le dos et un faux plat descendant. Quelle moyenne incroyable. Mon pote Mathieu et sa copine, Mélissa, m'ont accueillis hier et m'ont fait mangé une bonne poutine, un mets typiquement québécois fait de frittes, sauce brune et fromage en grain.
Maintenant c'est parti pour 10 jours de concerts tout les jours au festival d’été! Je dois y aller, le soleil m'invite dehors
Portez-vous bien
David
Maintenant c'est parti pour 10 jours de concerts tout les jours au festival d’été! Je dois y aller, le soleil m'invite dehors
Portez-vous bien
Friday, July 1, 2011
Ils sont sympas les cousins
Bonjour a tous, je suis a Montreal et je m'eclate ici, je commence a trouver mes reperes dans cette immense ville, et deja je me suis fait quelques ami(e)s. Aujourd'hui, c'est la fete nationales du Canada et les gens sortent dehors et profite du soleil, ou bien ils demenagent! Lorsque tu loue un appart au Quebec, la plupart des bailles de un an se terminent le meme jour, le 1er juillet. Pas tres pratique comme strategie, tout le monde a besoin de louer une camionette le meme jour, et il y a des gens qui transportent des meubles de partout dans les rues.
Je vous laisse, je vais aller faire un somme et si j'ai le temps, je nettoierai ma chaine elle en a bien besoin.
47 PHOTOS ICI
Je vous laisse, je vais aller faire un somme et si j'ai le temps, je nettoierai ma chaine elle en a bien besoin.
47 PHOTOS ICI
All you can eat!
Hello amigos, I am in Montreal. I Got here after 3 wonderful days in the Laurentides, an area north east of here that boasts incredibly pretty landscape and villages. I got invited by Marc Andre, a friend of a friend, in Val David, and we spent a agreeable evening chatting and eating good food. One feature of interest is the bicycle path that link Montreal and Mont Laurier. I took 90 km of it and was delighted to ride off the highway, through forest and along rivers. It is called "Le petit train du nord" because it use to be a railway, thus only has gentle grades, some of it is paved but most of it is groomed gravel. It is part of an impressive network of cycling path throughout Quebec called la route vert (http://www.routeverte.com).
I finally got in the the greater Montreal2 days ago. Everything got denser and denser as I was closing in, and for the last 40km I felt like I was entering the jungle, a debilitating mayhem of cars and people. I was sure happy to carry my handheld GPS to get me to the address of my next host, and I followed the indication on the screen for hours, crossed 2 bridges and countless freeways before I made it. Fran is the sister of Eric, a dear friend in Vancouver, and she kindly hosted me for one night in her detached house. Her 2 daughters were away that day, so I shared her table with her husband Josh and her son Isaac for a wonderful dinner. Upon hearing about my cinnamon bun quest, Isaac decided that he had a chance to make it on the highest step of the podium and made me some truly delicious confection from scratch. Now I know how to make them ha ha ha! I spent yesterday wandering in the streets with him, hiding in coffee shops during the occasional drizzle, climbing the hill to get to the top of Mont Royal Park and discovering the delights that this city has to offer.
Today I am staying at a new host, Alefia, another couch surfer, and until sometimes this weekend.Always keen to discover the best local food, I eat as much as my stomach will allow me : I had 2 of the best smoke meat sandwich in the universe at Schwartz's, the best ice cream in town at Ripples, and of course a wide panoply of the famous Montreal style bagels at St-Viateur Bagel and Fairmont Bagel.
Gotta go, the weather is excellent today and I am getting hungry :-)
David
I finally got in the the greater Montreal2 days ago. Everything got denser and denser as I was closing in, and for the last 40km I felt like I was entering the jungle, a debilitating mayhem of cars and people. I was sure happy to carry my handheld GPS to get me to the address of my next host, and I followed the indication on the screen for hours, crossed 2 bridges and countless freeways before I made it. Fran is the sister of Eric, a dear friend in Vancouver, and she kindly hosted me for one night in her detached house. Her 2 daughters were away that day, so I shared her table with her husband Josh and her son Isaac for a wonderful dinner. Upon hearing about my cinnamon bun quest, Isaac decided that he had a chance to make it on the highest step of the podium and made me some truly delicious confection from scratch. Now I know how to make them ha ha ha! I spent yesterday wandering in the streets with him, hiding in coffee shops during the occasional drizzle, climbing the hill to get to the top of Mont Royal Park and discovering the delights that this city has to offer.
Gotta go, the weather is excellent today and I am getting hungry :-)
David
Tuesday, June 28, 2011
Mont Tremblant
Bonjour les amis,
Je suis a Mont Tremblant, la station de ski préféréee des quebequois. J'ai été invité a rester a Val David, et puisque j'ai le temps, j'ai décidé de passer par les Laurentides au lieu d'aller a Montréal en ligne droite. Cette région est vraiment charmante, et beaucoup de gens me la décrivent comme le plus bel endroit du Quebec. Les routes sont en super état, et sillonnent les vallées tres verdoyantes et les forets d'érables et de pins blancs. Quel bonheur de retrouver une géographie plus proche de la France, avec de nombreux petit villages et des routes tranquilles. Ici, chaque municipalité a une église et des petits commerces, les gens marchent sur le trottoir et tout semble plus vivant et moins américain. J'ai enfin pu gouter au fromage en grain, l'ingrédient principale de la poutine, une spécialité quebequoise. Lorsque tu mords dedans, tes dents grincent et font le meme bruit que quand tu essuie un mirroir avec un chiffon. Excellent! Je n'ai pas encore acheter de Poutine, je me réserve ca pour quand j'arrive a Quebec.
A plus tard les amis,
David
Je suis a Mont Tremblant, la station de ski préféréee des quebequois. J'ai été invité a rester a Val David, et puisque j'ai le temps, j'ai décidé de passer par les Laurentides au lieu d'aller a Montréal en ligne droite. Cette région est vraiment charmante, et beaucoup de gens me la décrivent comme le plus bel endroit du Quebec. Les routes sont en super état, et sillonnent les vallées tres verdoyantes et les forets d'érables et de pins blancs. Quel bonheur de retrouver une géographie plus proche de la France, avec de nombreux petit villages et des routes tranquilles. Ici, chaque municipalité a une église et des petits commerces, les gens marchent sur le trottoir et tout semble plus vivant et moins américain. J'ai enfin pu gouter au fromage en grain, l'ingrédient principale de la poutine, une spécialité quebequoise. Lorsque tu mords dedans, tes dents grincent et font le meme bruit que quand tu essuie un mirroir avec un chiffon. Excellent! Je n'ai pas encore acheter de Poutine, je me réserve ca pour quand j'arrive a Quebec.
A plus tard les amis,
David
Sunday, June 26, 2011
Quebec
Bonjour a tous, je viens d'arriver chez les cousins, et ca fait vraiment plaisir de pouvoir trouver plus de 3 sortes de fromages dans les épiceries. J'ai toujours le reflex de parler en anglais, mais ça change doucement, et ca fait du bien de m'exprimer dans ma langue natale.
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A plous,
David
De nouvelles photos ici - - - pictures here
A plous,
David
Time for a New map!
Yo! I am in Gatineau, and finally done with Ontario!
My stay in Sault Saint Marie was pretty relaxing and I set off that day with the goal of doing a short day. First stop, after 3 blocs, at the Thyne's Family Bakery! Since I left Vancouver, I've been on a quest to find the best cinnamon roll in all of Canada, and this bakery made it in the top 3 yesterday with some extra fresh confections. The baker was very friendly so I stop there to say goodbye. We started to chat, he offers me coffee and starts giving me some stuff for free. Then I noticed a book on a shelf, and start reading it. very interesting read, it takes a scientific approach on why the fat we eat is good or bad. After a final goodbye, a very full belly, it!s time to leave. Geese, it's after noon! I ride about 30k when I notice someone waiving at me, and as I turn my head I see Garry. We had camped together in hope, and I thought the chance of seeing him again was really slim, but luckily it happened. Garry has toured all over the world on his bicycle, more than 100 000 km in total and it took him a few days to get his legs back, but then he rode long days and chose a route mostly south of the border. We fill in the 4 week blank in half an hour and decide to ride together for a while. His legs are as massive, remind me of Jan Ullrich's, and can keep up with mine no problem. We rode until late and camp in Iron Bridge,a mosquito haven.
We accidentally parted for the next day, when he woke up earlier than me, after a cat peed on his tent in the middle of the night, and he decided to go for breaky and meet me afterward. I had already left, not knowing where he was, and we met again the next day.
Next day was marked by the highest calorie lunch I've ever had. I usually don't eat anything until I have done 30km in the morning, but that day I was stuck on the Subdury bypass without anywhere to stop for a long time, and ended up doing over 60km without eating anything. I needed a fix, and decided to treat myself at a chip truck. Upon hearing about my adventure, the waitress goes ''don't worry, I'm gonna take care of you'' and she gave me a delicious fish burger with a huge amount of french fries, that I generously covered with ketchup and swallowed down in no time (it was challenging to finish). 1500 calories I figured. Then I decide to go shopping for dinner at the market next door. I get a 6 pack of muffin, and eat 5 of them. I look at the nutrition data and MY GOSH, they each provide 400 calories, mostly fat. that is another 2000 calories. Then Garry finds me. He arrives with a big smile and a bucket of ice cream. Down goes a third of it. The count adds up to over 4500 calories in one meal, and topped up with a coffee, we made an impressive average speed that afternoon. We were lucky to find a good campsite by a river, and could bath in the brown water amongst jumping pickerels and swarming mosquitoes.
Next day, we make it to North Bay, and as we were enjoying breakfast, the rain start to fall. It didn't stop until next morning, and this day became the rainiest day of my trip. The downpour was heavy and relentless, and quickly soaked us to the bone. At least, it was warm so we could keep going. The wind was from the east, of course, and there was no way we could draft each other because of the spray from our wheel, even with fenders. For 3 hours, we battled the element and it wasn't that bad after all, the meditation was really intense. We made it our own pace until Mattawa and stopped for a burger. Getting back on our bike was hard after getting comfortable in the restaurant, the dampness and the wind chilling us for the first few km. The road became very quiet, and we could ride side by side and talk. We decide to make it to Bisset creek, hoping to find a shelter for the night. No way we are going to pitch our tent in the pouring rain. To our surprise, this wasn't a town, rather a bunch of empty summer cottage by a lake. We decide to camp on the patio of one of them, it had a small roof and some mosquito net all around. Didn't like trespassing, but it was a matter of life and death! While enjoying our dinner, we got attacked by some tiny tiny little black flies, so small you couldn't see them until they bite. I was sure happy about the mosquito net, since it was the worst I have ever seen after the rain.
The next day ended up being very good, with lots of ground covered and decent conditions. There was thundershowers throughout the days, but we managed to find a shelter for all of them, sometimes at the last second. We enjoyed a good lunch in Petawawa, a town that host the biggest military base in Canada. That must pay well to be in the military, they all drive huge brand new trucks! Gary was in charge of buying lunch, and he kindly got us each a 6 pack of cinnamon buns for desert! I had 7 of them, my record so far. Resting in the sunny break was good. We stopped in a dairy farm for the night, the farmer allowed us to camp in his hay barn, and we got inside just before curtain of rain started to fall. It was good to talk to the farmer and his family, and once again, to see the happiness of a close knit family.
Next day, we crossed the Ontario/Quebec and were to part in Gatineau. I had a contact there, Benoit, who could host me for a few days rest, and Garry would carry on on the north shore of the Saint Laurence river all the way to Labrador. We lazily enjoyed a breakfast in Shawville, then decide to ride all the way to Gatineau in one push, 70km away. But the plan didn't include meeting Jojo in a gas station where we had stopped to refill our water bottle. Thrilled to talk to some travelers, she invited us inside her house and prepared a 3 course lunch for us. he fresh cannelloni were a delight and we listened to her story while watching the Saint Jean celebration on TV (Quebec's national day). She was so kind and welcoming it really touch our heart
We set off again, and after only 25km, another thunderstorm hit us and in a split second we decide to take shelter under someone's front porch. The guy invited us inside and for an hour explained to us how he build his log house himself, from cutting down the trees to putting it together. He also showed us some pictures of his 'cabane a sucre' on his acreage where he harvest maple sap and makes his own maple syrup. Very interesting. He gave me a bottle of his best syrup, and we set off again. Garry and I said goodbye, hoping to meet again near cape Breton, and I finaly arrived at Benoit's after being completely soaked by another storm.
Gatineau!
I got Benoit's contact a few weeks ago when I met one of his friend, Louis, who was canoeing from Ottawa to the mouth of the mackenzie river, in Terrace Bay (check our their blog http://www.transcaneauda.ca/).
That night, there was a concert for the Saint Jean, and I decided to go along him, his girlfriend and his roommate. It was 12km from his place, and we decide to go by bicycle since they were about to drink A LOT! (by the way, I am still holding strong with my no alcohol policy and I would not even kiss a girl who just had a beer!). We set off in the pouring rain, and follow a bike path that weave through the forest on the edge of the Ottawa river. It was really fun to race on the track and sometimes go through some puddle more than a foot deep and 100 foot long. Needless to say we were soaked, but we didn't get cold since we were in the middle of a huge crowd cheering for Loco Locass, a famous rap band from Montreal, singing with the symphonic orchestra of Gatineau in the back. This band openly supports the sovereignty of Quebec, and between each song were making the crowd cheer by preaching Quebec's independence. 'If you go in a business where they don't speak french, don't give them your money' or 'Gatineau, you are the at the front line. Across the river (Ontario), these people want to buy our properties and not pay our taxes. resist and bout them out!' I remained neutral but was still clapping after their songs.
Yesterday I got to visit Ottawa and was delighted to discover the government buildings and the downtown core. The Gothic architecture is truly stunning, and the by ward market was a haven of specialty food (some good bakeries in there, I still have to check a few of them for my cinnamon roll contest). On this side of the country, the history shows and the cities feels more European, and are not just a grid system and modern buildings.
It looks like the crepes are ready. Happy breakfast everybody, thanks for your numerous comments.
David
My stay in Sault Saint Marie was pretty relaxing and I set off that day with the goal of doing a short day. First stop, after 3 blocs, at the Thyne's Family Bakery! Since I left Vancouver, I've been on a quest to find the best cinnamon roll in all of Canada, and this bakery made it in the top 3 yesterday with some extra fresh confections. The baker was very friendly so I stop there to say goodbye. We started to chat, he offers me coffee and starts giving me some stuff for free. Then I noticed a book on a shelf, and start reading it. very interesting read, it takes a scientific approach on why the fat we eat is good or bad. After a final goodbye, a very full belly, it!s time to leave. Geese, it's after noon! I ride about 30k when I notice someone waiving at me, and as I turn my head I see Garry. We had camped together in hope, and I thought the chance of seeing him again was really slim, but luckily it happened. Garry has toured all over the world on his bicycle, more than 100 000 km in total and it took him a few days to get his legs back, but then he rode long days and chose a route mostly south of the border. We fill in the 4 week blank in half an hour and decide to ride together for a while. His legs are as massive, remind me of Jan Ullrich's, and can keep up with mine no problem. We rode until late and camp in Iron Bridge,a mosquito haven.
We accidentally parted for the next day, when he woke up earlier than me, after a cat peed on his tent in the middle of the night, and he decided to go for breaky and meet me afterward. I had already left, not knowing where he was, and we met again the next day.
Next day was marked by the highest calorie lunch I've ever had. I usually don't eat anything until I have done 30km in the morning, but that day I was stuck on the Subdury bypass without anywhere to stop for a long time, and ended up doing over 60km without eating anything. I needed a fix, and decided to treat myself at a chip truck. Upon hearing about my adventure, the waitress goes ''don't worry, I'm gonna take care of you'' and she gave me a delicious fish burger with a huge amount of french fries, that I generously covered with ketchup and swallowed down in no time (it was challenging to finish). 1500 calories I figured. Then I decide to go shopping for dinner at the market next door. I get a 6 pack of muffin, and eat 5 of them. I look at the nutrition data and MY GOSH, they each provide 400 calories, mostly fat. that is another 2000 calories. Then Garry finds me. He arrives with a big smile and a bucket of ice cream. Down goes a third of it. The count adds up to over 4500 calories in one meal, and topped up with a coffee, we made an impressive average speed that afternoon. We were lucky to find a good campsite by a river, and could bath in the brown water amongst jumping pickerels and swarming mosquitoes.
Next day, we make it to North Bay, and as we were enjoying breakfast, the rain start to fall. It didn't stop until next morning, and this day became the rainiest day of my trip. The downpour was heavy and relentless, and quickly soaked us to the bone. At least, it was warm so we could keep going. The wind was from the east, of course, and there was no way we could draft each other because of the spray from our wheel, even with fenders. For 3 hours, we battled the element and it wasn't that bad after all, the meditation was really intense. We made it our own pace until Mattawa and stopped for a burger. Getting back on our bike was hard after getting comfortable in the restaurant, the dampness and the wind chilling us for the first few km. The road became very quiet, and we could ride side by side and talk. We decide to make it to Bisset creek, hoping to find a shelter for the night. No way we are going to pitch our tent in the pouring rain. To our surprise, this wasn't a town, rather a bunch of empty summer cottage by a lake. We decide to camp on the patio of one of them, it had a small roof and some mosquito net all around. Didn't like trespassing, but it was a matter of life and death! While enjoying our dinner, we got attacked by some tiny tiny little black flies, so small you couldn't see them until they bite. I was sure happy about the mosquito net, since it was the worst I have ever seen after the rain.
The next day ended up being very good, with lots of ground covered and decent conditions. There was thundershowers throughout the days, but we managed to find a shelter for all of them, sometimes at the last second. We enjoyed a good lunch in Petawawa, a town that host the biggest military base in Canada. That must pay well to be in the military, they all drive huge brand new trucks! Gary was in charge of buying lunch, and he kindly got us each a 6 pack of cinnamon buns for desert! I had 7 of them, my record so far. Resting in the sunny break was good. We stopped in a dairy farm for the night, the farmer allowed us to camp in his hay barn, and we got inside just before curtain of rain started to fall. It was good to talk to the farmer and his family, and once again, to see the happiness of a close knit family.
Next day, we crossed the Ontario/Quebec and were to part in Gatineau. I had a contact there, Benoit, who could host me for a few days rest, and Garry would carry on on the north shore of the Saint Laurence river all the way to Labrador. We lazily enjoyed a breakfast in Shawville, then decide to ride all the way to Gatineau in one push, 70km away. But the plan didn't include meeting Jojo in a gas station where we had stopped to refill our water bottle. Thrilled to talk to some travelers, she invited us inside her house and prepared a 3 course lunch for us. he fresh cannelloni were a delight and we listened to her story while watching the Saint Jean celebration on TV (Quebec's national day). She was so kind and welcoming it really touch our heart
We set off again, and after only 25km, another thunderstorm hit us and in a split second we decide to take shelter under someone's front porch. The guy invited us inside and for an hour explained to us how he build his log house himself, from cutting down the trees to putting it together. He also showed us some pictures of his 'cabane a sucre' on his acreage where he harvest maple sap and makes his own maple syrup. Very interesting. He gave me a bottle of his best syrup, and we set off again. Garry and I said goodbye, hoping to meet again near cape Breton, and I finaly arrived at Benoit's after being completely soaked by another storm.
Gatineau!
I got Benoit's contact a few weeks ago when I met one of his friend, Louis, who was canoeing from Ottawa to the mouth of the mackenzie river, in Terrace Bay (check our their blog http://www.transcaneauda.ca/).
That night, there was a concert for the Saint Jean, and I decided to go along him, his girlfriend and his roommate. It was 12km from his place, and we decide to go by bicycle since they were about to drink A LOT! (by the way, I am still holding strong with my no alcohol policy and I would not even kiss a girl who just had a beer!). We set off in the pouring rain, and follow a bike path that weave through the forest on the edge of the Ottawa river. It was really fun to race on the track and sometimes go through some puddle more than a foot deep and 100 foot long. Needless to say we were soaked, but we didn't get cold since we were in the middle of a huge crowd cheering for Loco Locass, a famous rap band from Montreal, singing with the symphonic orchestra of Gatineau in the back. This band openly supports the sovereignty of Quebec, and between each song were making the crowd cheer by preaching Quebec's independence. 'If you go in a business where they don't speak french, don't give them your money' or 'Gatineau, you are the at the front line. Across the river (Ontario), these people want to buy our properties and not pay our taxes. resist and bout them out!' I remained neutral but was still clapping after their songs.
Yesterday I got to visit Ottawa and was delighted to discover the government buildings and the downtown core. The Gothic architecture is truly stunning, and the by ward market was a haven of specialty food (some good bakeries in there, I still have to check a few of them for my cinnamon roll contest). On this side of the country, the history shows and the cities feels more European, and are not just a grid system and modern buildings.
It looks like the crepes are ready. Happy breakfast everybody, thanks for your numerous comments.
David
Wednesday, June 22, 2011
Going strong
Hello all, I am in North Bay still pedaling strong.
Can't write too much now, just wanted to say hi.
Good day everyone, will post more in Ottawa, in 3 days.
David
Can't write too much now, just wanted to say hi.
Good day everyone, will post more in Ottawa, in 3 days.
David
Friday, June 17, 2011
Around the lake in 5 days
Hello boys and girls,
I am in Sault Saint Marie where I'm going to rest for a few days.
150 new photos uploaded here.
Cheers,
David
I am in Sault Saint Marie where I'm going to rest for a few days.
150 new photos uploaded here.
Cheers,
David
Jm'eclate!
Bonjour les ptits loups, je suis a Sault Saint Marie. Ca m'a pris 5 jours pour faire le tour du lac superieur et ainsi finir la route de l'Ontario du Nord.
David et Moi, apres une bonne journee de repos, sommes partis de Thunder Bay avec de bonnes conditions, vent dans le dos et soleil. La route etait magnifique. Nous avons vu le Geant dormir a Sleeping Giant provincial park, une peninsule sur le lac dont le profil ressemble a quelqu'un qui dors avec ses bras sur le ventre. C'etait pas super evident mais bon, avec quelques grammes d'alcohol ca doit mieux paraitre! Apres 4 heures a 25km de moyenne, nous nous sommes reposes a Nipigon, une petite ville a la pointe nord du lac Superieur. Nous decidons de continuer et apres 25km, on voit cette petite peninsule sur le lac avec des chalets de vacances. On tente notre chance et quittons l'autoroute pour essayer de trouver un endroit ou camper. Tout est prive donc il nous faut trouver quelqu'un qui nous authorisera a rester sur sa propriete. La premiere maison que l'on essaye, quelqu'un nous dit d'entrer. La piece etait sombre, et a l'autre bout un gars etait assis dans un fauteuil et lisait. "Qu'est-ce que vous voulez?". On lui explique et il etait visiblement pas content de nous voir. "L'eau du lac est trop froide pour se baigner, et tout est prive ici, mais vous pouvez aller sur l'air d'autoroute, c'est 3 km au sommet de la prochaine montee" (on a decouvert le jour suivant que c'etait infeste de mouche noires!). On avait l'impression que c'etait un gars du FBI qui nous interrogeait. Heureusement on essaye son voisin et on se fait invite chez Marge, super acceuillante et vraiment sympas. Elle nous offre de dormir dans la chambre que ses petits enfants utilisent lorsqu'ils viennent. Marge nous a tenu companie ce soir (ou l'inverse?) et nous a racconte un peu sa vie, comment son mari a eu une attaque cardiaque il y a 15 ans et elle doit s'occuper de lui depuis ce jour. Mais ca a l'air qu'elle a les epaules solides. Nous avons nager dans le lac, et laisser le soleil nous secher. Un vrai moment de bonheur dans un coin de paradis. Merci Marge!
Le lendemain, apres un bon cafe, nous partons David et moi et nous arretons a Rossport pour le petit dejeuner. Nous decidons de nous separer a ce point car il ne souhaite pas faire de longue journee comme moi. Vous pouvez suivre son Blog ici (il parle de moi hi hi hi) http://bybike.ca/
A ce point la, la route deviens vraiment bosselee, et montee apres montee, je me rends a Terrace Bay, une petite ville vraiment jolie ou je me repose et reprends mes forces. La vue etait magnifique et les gens sympas ici. Je rencontre Louis et ses amis qui sont en train de se rendre de Ottawa a l'embouchure de la riviere Mackenzie en Canoe. Un vrai challenge et un une bande de copains vraiment cools. Je regarde ma carte et decide d'essayer de me rendre a Sault en 5 jours. J'ai vu mon premier ours Ontarien sur le bord de la route, je l'avais deja depasse quand je l'ai remarque, et je me suis demande combien en ais-je passe sans les voir. Il etait enorme et je me suis senti bien seul sur cette route qui s'etend sur des km et des km. Je me rends a Marathon ce jour la et campe pres d'un petit lac.
Le lendemain, l'objectif est de me rendre a Wawa. 180km. Le matin, apres un depart tot et 40km de fait, je m'arrete dans un motel restaurant et m'offre le premier dejeuner chaud depuis le debut du voyage. $10 m'ont payes des oeufs au plat, patates frites, pain grille, une enorme part de gateau au chocolat et un crumble au figues. Une super affaire! Je repart le ventre bien plein et me rends a White River, une ville pourrie ou soit disant Winnie L'Ourson est nee. Je repart et couvre de longue distance dans l'apres midi. A ce point, la route est droite, peu de bosses, et tout ce que l'on voit a perte de vue est la fondriere, un espece de marecage avec des petits pins et boulot et vraiment infestes d'insectes en tout genre. Tres monotone. A 17h30, je decide de m'arreter et prend un petit chemin de terre pour trouver un coin tranquille. Apres 1km, je remarque des enormes traces d'ours dans la boue, et elles etaient vraiment fraiche. Je fais demi tour et reprends la route. C'est tellement isole ici, et j'ai rien pour me defendre a part un petit couteau et une boite de sardine, je serais pas fiere en cas de rencontre avec Winnie. Je vois un groupe de maison pres d'un grand lac, catfish lake, et tourne mes roues dans leur direction. Une bonne idee, puisque Ben, un guide de peche, m'invite a planter ma tente sur sa propriete. Il m'offre une root beer, et nous passons une heure dans son garage a parler peche et voyage.
Le lendemain, Jeudi, je me reveille tot. Une grosse journee il parait "avec des bosses insurmontables et infinies" m'a-t-on dit. Je m'arrete a Wawa, une petite ville touristique, pour faire le plein de bouffe. Apres ce point, plus de magasins et station service pendant plus de 150k. Je me lance dans la premiere montee plein d'energie, et entre dans le parc provincial du lac superieur. Qu'est-ce que c'est beau ici. Des vues a couper le souffle et vraiment peu de voitures sur la route. En fait, il y a juste quelques montees au debut, pentues mais pas tres longues, et ensuite c'est du faux plat descendant pendant longtemps. Apres 80km, je commence a avoir une dalle d'enfer, mais y'a nul part ou s'arreter qui ne soit pas infeste d'insectes. Je decide de prendre mon repas sur le bord de la route et c'est une guerre perdue d'avance contre les mouches et les moustiques. Pas facile de se detendre dans ces conditions. Je repars et me sens tellement las. Dans les petites descentes je suis obliges de me concentrer pour ne pas m'endormir sur mon guidon et me peter la gueule dans le fosse. Pendant une heure je me bas contre la fatigue, puis j'arrive au centre d'info du parc ou je decide de m'arreter. Et la tout a changer. D'une, je m'achete un cafe et la cafeine me ramene a la vie. Les dernier jours on ete longs, 8 heures sur la selle, et je commence a etre vraiment fatigue. D'autre, je consulte mes emails et lit vos commentaires, et vos encouragements me rechargent le cerveau. Apres ca, je reprend la route un homme nouveau, et repense a toutes les bonnes choses qui me sont arrives dans la vie, aux super copains qui j'ai des 2 cotes de l'Atlantique, a ces annees passes a Vancouver, sur Granville Island a travailler pour Len et Debbie, et les emotions coulent dans mes veines et me rendent hysteriquement heureux. La descente sur Montreal river etait dingue, la vue incroyable, l'air frais du lac superieur, la vitesse incroyable me font hurler de joie. Et ce soir la, je trouve l'un des meilleur site de camping depuis le debut de l'aventure, une plage de galet sur le lac superieur. Je me baigne et m'etend au soleil, et enfin je peux me detendre a fond. Egalement, c'etait la premiere fois depuis des jours qu'il n'y avait pas d'insectes qui veuillent me bouffer, un confort que l'on oublie dans la jungle Ontarienne.
Ce matin, j'ai rapidement parcouru les 100km qui me separaient de Sault et dans une heure je vais me rendre chez mon hote pour quelques jours de repos.
Les insectes
Dans les prairies, y'avait les moustiques. Ils sont toujours la! Mais maintenant, en plus, il y a les mouches noires. Ce sont de toutes petites mouches que tu ne sens pas ser poser sur toi, et elle mordent et s'envole avec un bout de peau. Tu ne les sens pas forcement mordre, et tu te retrouve avec plein de goutte de sang sur ton bras si tu ne fais pas attention. Et il y en a des milliards de milliard, elles me trouvent en 10 secondes lorsque j'arrete mon velo et doivent avoir un system de communication tres avance puisque apres 3 minutes il y en a 100 qui me tournent autour et en 20 minute 5000. En fait, c'est si infernal que ca n'est pas possible de manger en dehors de la tente, et ca rend les animeaux sauvages fous. La suite du voyage devrait etre meilleur puisqu'a partir de maintenant ca va etre moins sauvage, va y'avoir plus de villes.
Voili voila, je vous laisse, merci de me lire.
David
David et Moi, apres une bonne journee de repos, sommes partis de Thunder Bay avec de bonnes conditions, vent dans le dos et soleil. La route etait magnifique. Nous avons vu le Geant dormir a Sleeping Giant provincial park, une peninsule sur le lac dont le profil ressemble a quelqu'un qui dors avec ses bras sur le ventre. C'etait pas super evident mais bon, avec quelques grammes d'alcohol ca doit mieux paraitre! Apres 4 heures a 25km de moyenne, nous nous sommes reposes a Nipigon, une petite ville a la pointe nord du lac Superieur. Nous decidons de continuer et apres 25km, on voit cette petite peninsule sur le lac avec des chalets de vacances. On tente notre chance et quittons l'autoroute pour essayer de trouver un endroit ou camper. Tout est prive donc il nous faut trouver quelqu'un qui nous authorisera a rester sur sa propriete. La premiere maison que l'on essaye, quelqu'un nous dit d'entrer. La piece etait sombre, et a l'autre bout un gars etait assis dans un fauteuil et lisait. "Qu'est-ce que vous voulez?". On lui explique et il etait visiblement pas content de nous voir. "L'eau du lac est trop froide pour se baigner, et tout est prive ici, mais vous pouvez aller sur l'air d'autoroute, c'est 3 km au sommet de la prochaine montee" (on a decouvert le jour suivant que c'etait infeste de mouche noires!). On avait l'impression que c'etait un gars du FBI qui nous interrogeait. Heureusement on essaye son voisin et on se fait invite chez Marge, super acceuillante et vraiment sympas. Elle nous offre de dormir dans la chambre que ses petits enfants utilisent lorsqu'ils viennent. Marge nous a tenu companie ce soir (ou l'inverse?) et nous a racconte un peu sa vie, comment son mari a eu une attaque cardiaque il y a 15 ans et elle doit s'occuper de lui depuis ce jour. Mais ca a l'air qu'elle a les epaules solides. Nous avons nager dans le lac, et laisser le soleil nous secher. Un vrai moment de bonheur dans un coin de paradis. Merci Marge!
Le lendemain, apres un bon cafe, nous partons David et moi et nous arretons a Rossport pour le petit dejeuner. Nous decidons de nous separer a ce point car il ne souhaite pas faire de longue journee comme moi. Vous pouvez suivre son Blog ici (il parle de moi hi hi hi) http://bybike.ca/
A ce point la, la route deviens vraiment bosselee, et montee apres montee, je me rends a Terrace Bay, une petite ville vraiment jolie ou je me repose et reprends mes forces. La vue etait magnifique et les gens sympas ici. Je rencontre Louis et ses amis qui sont en train de se rendre de Ottawa a l'embouchure de la riviere Mackenzie en Canoe. Un vrai challenge et un une bande de copains vraiment cools. Je regarde ma carte et decide d'essayer de me rendre a Sault en 5 jours. J'ai vu mon premier ours Ontarien sur le bord de la route, je l'avais deja depasse quand je l'ai remarque, et je me suis demande combien en ais-je passe sans les voir. Il etait enorme et je me suis senti bien seul sur cette route qui s'etend sur des km et des km. Je me rends a Marathon ce jour la et campe pres d'un petit lac.
Le lendemain, l'objectif est de me rendre a Wawa. 180km. Le matin, apres un depart tot et 40km de fait, je m'arrete dans un motel restaurant et m'offre le premier dejeuner chaud depuis le debut du voyage. $10 m'ont payes des oeufs au plat, patates frites, pain grille, une enorme part de gateau au chocolat et un crumble au figues. Une super affaire! Je repart le ventre bien plein et me rends a White River, une ville pourrie ou soit disant Winnie L'Ourson est nee. Je repart et couvre de longue distance dans l'apres midi. A ce point, la route est droite, peu de bosses, et tout ce que l'on voit a perte de vue est la fondriere, un espece de marecage avec des petits pins et boulot et vraiment infestes d'insectes en tout genre. Tres monotone. A 17h30, je decide de m'arreter et prend un petit chemin de terre pour trouver un coin tranquille. Apres 1km, je remarque des enormes traces d'ours dans la boue, et elles etaient vraiment fraiche. Je fais demi tour et reprends la route. C'est tellement isole ici, et j'ai rien pour me defendre a part un petit couteau et une boite de sardine, je serais pas fiere en cas de rencontre avec Winnie. Je vois un groupe de maison pres d'un grand lac, catfish lake, et tourne mes roues dans leur direction. Une bonne idee, puisque Ben, un guide de peche, m'invite a planter ma tente sur sa propriete. Il m'offre une root beer, et nous passons une heure dans son garage a parler peche et voyage.
Le lendemain, Jeudi, je me reveille tot. Une grosse journee il parait "avec des bosses insurmontables et infinies" m'a-t-on dit. Je m'arrete a Wawa, une petite ville touristique, pour faire le plein de bouffe. Apres ce point, plus de magasins et station service pendant plus de 150k. Je me lance dans la premiere montee plein d'energie, et entre dans le parc provincial du lac superieur. Qu'est-ce que c'est beau ici. Des vues a couper le souffle et vraiment peu de voitures sur la route. En fait, il y a juste quelques montees au debut, pentues mais pas tres longues, et ensuite c'est du faux plat descendant pendant longtemps. Apres 80km, je commence a avoir une dalle d'enfer, mais y'a nul part ou s'arreter qui ne soit pas infeste d'insectes. Je decide de prendre mon repas sur le bord de la route et c'est une guerre perdue d'avance contre les mouches et les moustiques. Pas facile de se detendre dans ces conditions. Je repars et me sens tellement las. Dans les petites descentes je suis obliges de me concentrer pour ne pas m'endormir sur mon guidon et me peter la gueule dans le fosse. Pendant une heure je me bas contre la fatigue, puis j'arrive au centre d'info du parc ou je decide de m'arreter. Et la tout a changer. D'une, je m'achete un cafe et la cafeine me ramene a la vie. Les dernier jours on ete longs, 8 heures sur la selle, et je commence a etre vraiment fatigue. D'autre, je consulte mes emails et lit vos commentaires, et vos encouragements me rechargent le cerveau. Apres ca, je reprend la route un homme nouveau, et repense a toutes les bonnes choses qui me sont arrives dans la vie, aux super copains qui j'ai des 2 cotes de l'Atlantique, a ces annees passes a Vancouver, sur Granville Island a travailler pour Len et Debbie, et les emotions coulent dans mes veines et me rendent hysteriquement heureux. La descente sur Montreal river etait dingue, la vue incroyable, l'air frais du lac superieur, la vitesse incroyable me font hurler de joie. Et ce soir la, je trouve l'un des meilleur site de camping depuis le debut de l'aventure, une plage de galet sur le lac superieur. Je me baigne et m'etend au soleil, et enfin je peux me detendre a fond. Egalement, c'etait la premiere fois depuis des jours qu'il n'y avait pas d'insectes qui veuillent me bouffer, un confort que l'on oublie dans la jungle Ontarienne.
Ce matin, j'ai rapidement parcouru les 100km qui me separaient de Sault et dans une heure je vais me rendre chez mon hote pour quelques jours de repos.
Les insectes
Dans les prairies, y'avait les moustiques. Ils sont toujours la! Mais maintenant, en plus, il y a les mouches noires. Ce sont de toutes petites mouches que tu ne sens pas ser poser sur toi, et elle mordent et s'envole avec un bout de peau. Tu ne les sens pas forcement mordre, et tu te retrouve avec plein de goutte de sang sur ton bras si tu ne fais pas attention. Et il y en a des milliards de milliard, elles me trouvent en 10 secondes lorsque j'arrete mon velo et doivent avoir un system de communication tres avance puisque apres 3 minutes il y en a 100 qui me tournent autour et en 20 minute 5000. En fait, c'est si infernal que ca n'est pas possible de manger en dehors de la tente, et ca rend les animeaux sauvages fous. La suite du voyage devrait etre meilleur puisqu'a partir de maintenant ca va etre moins sauvage, va y'avoir plus de villes.
Voili voila, je vous laisse, merci de me lire.
David
Sunday, June 12, 2011
The great Lake!
Hello hello I am in Thunder Bay for a well deserved rest day. 700km in 5 days that was intense, and I am so happy to have reach lake superior. I am officially further than half of my trip, although I might do a few detours in Quebec.
The landscape changed very quickly after Winnipeg, first it was still flat but the grass was replaced by pine and aspen trees, then from Falcon Lake on it became hilly, rocky and clad with hundreds of all size lakes. The change was a real thrill and it took a few days for my legs to get used to the constant change of pace as I go up and down baby hills. My rear derailleur must wonder what is happening sine I am now changing gear literally every minutes, a sharp difference with the plains. the weather has been fair, no rain, but please, pleeeeaaassse, PLEASE, may the wind switch direction. It hasn't been strong, but always working slightly against me.
Friday I met another David on his bike, he's from Winnipeg,left Vancouver early may and is also headed to Saint John's. We have been riding together and it helps a lot with the wind. A good travel companion.
We arrived yesterday in Thunder Bay and was really disappointed by this town, it's not great at all, the waterfront is all industrially developed and there is no patio anywhere. Today the temperature are soaring in the high 20s, and everybody drives and eat inside. what a shame.
The life in the Jungle
The camping is usually pretty good on this part of the world, easy enough to find a good spot with sometimes some water to swim. The bugs are now fully out, and some spots are so infected with mosquito that you need to be fully covered with 2 layers of clothes and wear a net over your head to keep your sanity. still my wrists each have 25 bites and a little blood sucker even found his way in my boxers. Also, the ticks are a real concern here, and every night I find a few crawling in my tent. I am very anxious about the lyme disease so I perform a surgical check every night. And I am back in bear country and although I haven't seen any, they are said to be numerous here, since they banned the spring hunt a few years back. I got woken up by something big a few night ago, and realized it was grazing near my tent so I think it was a deer or moose. It made me feel safe since it wouldn't be here if a bear was around.
My rant about some truckers
Since this is a public blog, I will switch a few letters to remain politically correct (Fardon my prench). This message is not intended for all truckers. I keep seeing pop bottles, water bottles or milk jugs with a bright orange liquid inside. Thousand of them since Alberta. Could not figure out what it was and never try to figure out. Then I was told that some Sock Cuckers osshale fother mucker birt dags truckers were too lazy to take a pee brake, therefore piss in a bottle while driving and chuck it over board. this behavior made me hate them with all my might, and I swear if I see one throwing a bottle in the ditch, I am going to pick it up and at the next town pour it on his head. Dudes, I see lots of truckers stopping on the shoulder or in a pullout and pee behind their truck. follow their example, idiots.
Broken
2 days ago, I started to feel a bump every time my wheel would turn. It got worst and worst, and I realized that my rim was splitting. No way to repair it, and buying a new wheel with a hub costs less than relacing a rim on my hub, so I had to replace the whole wheel. sucky, but at least it didn't happen somewhere too remote.
Only had one flat since Vancouver, that is over 3000k. Thank you schwalbe tire.
Ok it's time to go chill and eat some more. Always hungry these days. The next mile stone will be Sault St Mary, in 6 days probably. Heard that there is some good hills coming up, almost excited about it.
Have a good one everybody, thanks for reading me.
David
The landscape changed very quickly after Winnipeg, first it was still flat but the grass was replaced by pine and aspen trees, then from Falcon Lake on it became hilly, rocky and clad with hundreds of all size lakes. The change was a real thrill and it took a few days for my legs to get used to the constant change of pace as I go up and down baby hills. My rear derailleur must wonder what is happening sine I am now changing gear literally every minutes, a sharp difference with the plains. the weather has been fair, no rain, but please, pleeeeaaassse, PLEASE, may the wind switch direction. It hasn't been strong, but always working slightly against me.
Friday I met another David on his bike, he's from Winnipeg,left Vancouver early may and is also headed to Saint John's. We have been riding together and it helps a lot with the wind. A good travel companion.
We arrived yesterday in Thunder Bay and was really disappointed by this town, it's not great at all, the waterfront is all industrially developed and there is no patio anywhere. Today the temperature are soaring in the high 20s, and everybody drives and eat inside. what a shame.
The life in the Jungle
The camping is usually pretty good on this part of the world, easy enough to find a good spot with sometimes some water to swim. The bugs are now fully out, and some spots are so infected with mosquito that you need to be fully covered with 2 layers of clothes and wear a net over your head to keep your sanity. still my wrists each have 25 bites and a little blood sucker even found his way in my boxers. Also, the ticks are a real concern here, and every night I find a few crawling in my tent. I am very anxious about the lyme disease so I perform a surgical check every night. And I am back in bear country and although I haven't seen any, they are said to be numerous here, since they banned the spring hunt a few years back. I got woken up by something big a few night ago, and realized it was grazing near my tent so I think it was a deer or moose. It made me feel safe since it wouldn't be here if a bear was around.
My rant about some truckers
Since this is a public blog, I will switch a few letters to remain politically correct (Fardon my prench). This message is not intended for all truckers. I keep seeing pop bottles, water bottles or milk jugs with a bright orange liquid inside. Thousand of them since Alberta. Could not figure out what it was and never try to figure out. Then I was told that some Sock Cuckers osshale fother mucker birt dags truckers were too lazy to take a pee brake, therefore piss in a bottle while driving and chuck it over board. this behavior made me hate them with all my might, and I swear if I see one throwing a bottle in the ditch, I am going to pick it up and at the next town pour it on his head. Dudes, I see lots of truckers stopping on the shoulder or in a pullout and pee behind their truck. follow their example, idiots.
Broken
2 days ago, I started to feel a bump every time my wheel would turn. It got worst and worst, and I realized that my rim was splitting. No way to repair it, and buying a new wheel with a hub costs less than relacing a rim on my hub, so I had to replace the whole wheel. sucky, but at least it didn't happen somewhere too remote.
Only had one flat since Vancouver, that is over 3000k. Thank you schwalbe tire.
Ok it's time to go chill and eat some more. Always hungry these days. The next mile stone will be Sault St Mary, in 6 days probably. Heard that there is some good hills coming up, almost excited about it.
Have a good one everybody, thanks for reading me.
David
Thursday, June 9, 2011
Bye Bye Prairies, Hello Ontario and the Canadian shield
Hello Folks, I am in Dryden. A very quick post to let you know of my progress. I am now in the lake country and make good progress, about 140km a day. I expect to arrive in Thunder bay on saturday evening.
I will give more details and put some pics when I'm there.
Be well,
David
I will give more details and put some pics when I'm there.
Be well,
David
Monday, June 6, 2011
Prairie People, trully generous
Hey People, I am In Winnipeg where I enjoy one day of rest.
I wanted to comment on how generous people are around here. Since I left Alberta, lots of interesting story happened. A few examples...
Regina, my friend lend me a tee shirt while my clothe are being washed. I liked it and mentioned it to her. Then she called her friend Ryan who gave her the tee shirt, and told me to stop somewhere on my way out of Regina. And so I did. SeedMasted is a company that manufacture equipment for the farming industry. I stopped there during their lunch break, and they were eager to talk to me and question me about my trip. In the end, they gave me a tee shirt and even made me pick my color. I chose green, color of Saskatchewan and very "John Deere". A good souvenir
Oak Lake, just past Virden, a small town of 300. I stop there early in the morning on saturday, hoping to find some loos and some coffee. The only place open is a modest shop called "the perogee pantry", and I enter to try my luck. It looked like a big industrial kitchen with a few table on the side. I asked the chef and he happily turn on the coffee machine. He makes perogees and cabbage roll, and sells them to local markets and shops. "can I try your cabbage rolls?" I venture. a few minute later, he serves me a coffee, 3 cabbage rolls and a cinnamon roll. SSSSoooo good. It was all I needed to get me going in the morning! His employee ask me $2.50, and I go "it seems awfully cheap!" and the chef in the kitchen goes "NO, it's free for him!" and the he walks to the fridge, grabs a tray with 6 muffins and give it to me "It'll give you something to chew on today". I so enjoyed my stop there, it totally made my day. Thank you!
more story later, time for a nap under the hot Manitoba sun
I uploaded new pictures here
David
I wanted to comment on how generous people are around here. Since I left Alberta, lots of interesting story happened. A few examples...
Regina, my friend lend me a tee shirt while my clothe are being washed. I liked it and mentioned it to her. Then she called her friend Ryan who gave her the tee shirt, and told me to stop somewhere on my way out of Regina. And so I did. SeedMasted is a company that manufacture equipment for the farming industry. I stopped there during their lunch break, and they were eager to talk to me and question me about my trip. In the end, they gave me a tee shirt and even made me pick my color. I chose green, color of Saskatchewan and very "John Deere". A good souvenir
Oak Lake, just past Virden, a small town of 300. I stop there early in the morning on saturday, hoping to find some loos and some coffee. The only place open is a modest shop called "the perogee pantry", and I enter to try my luck. It looked like a big industrial kitchen with a few table on the side. I asked the chef and he happily turn on the coffee machine. He makes perogees and cabbage roll, and sells them to local markets and shops. "can I try your cabbage rolls?" I venture. a few minute later, he serves me a coffee, 3 cabbage rolls and a cinnamon roll. SSSSoooo good. It was all I needed to get me going in the morning! His employee ask me $2.50, and I go "it seems awfully cheap!" and the chef in the kitchen goes "NO, it's free for him!" and the he walks to the fridge, grabs a tray with 6 muffins and give it to me "It'll give you something to chew on today". I so enjoyed my stop there, it totally made my day. Thank you!
more story later, time for a nap under the hot Manitoba sun
I uploaded new pictures here
David
De regina a Winnipeg : 570km en 4 jours
Bonjour a tous je suis a Winnipeg, la capitale du Mnitoba. J'ai eu des bonnes conditions ces 2 derniers jours, avec soleil, températures fraiches et vent dans le dos.
Mon séjour a Regina a ete excellent, Tamara s'est vraiment bien occupé de moi et m'a fait visité cette ville de taille moyenne, en plein boom. L'exploitation des sables bitumineux et de la potasse, un minéral utilisé dans les engrais, permet au Saskatchewan d'être une des province les plus prolifique du Canada.
Je suis parti de Regina avec le vent de face, et me suis rendu jusqu'a Wolseley apres une longue journée. Comme d'habitude, j'ai campé chez l'habitant, un mécanicien qui achète des vielles voitures, les remet en état et les revends. Il avait 2 chiots, qui m'ont volé ma fourchette (j'avais perdu ma cuillère en BC, donc je me suis retrouvé avec seulement un couteau pour cuisiner, pas super pratique...). Ils m'ont également réveillé a 5h du mat, donc je suis parti tôt ce jour là. Premier jour dans les plaines avec le vent 3/4 dans le dos, mon morale était au plus haut. 180 km plus loin, je décide de m'arreter a Virden. Ce jour là, je franchi la frontière avec le Manitoba, et perdu une heure a cause du changement de fuseau horaire. Un habitant m'a offert un coin de sa pelouse, près d'un magnifique lila, mais completement infesté de moustiques. Ces petits suceurs de sang, peste naturelle, commencent a être une nuisance, et je sais que ca va empirer avec l'arrivée de l'été.
Le lendemain, les vents étaient encore plus favorables et je me suis fait plaisir ce jour là. Je pédalais sans forcer à 30km/h pendant des heures sur des routes completement droites et plates, en m'évadant dans mes pensées et mes rêves immaginaires. Une journée de pure bonheur, marquée par une rencontre vraiment insolite. J'avais été informé par Rod de Caronport que j'allait rattraper un marcheur sur le bord de la route qu'il avait héberger 2 semaines auparavant, et lorsque j'ai vu quelqu'un pousser un petit chariot sur le bord de la route, j'ai tout de suite su que c'etait lui. J'ai décider de sacrifier ma meilleur moyenne depuis le debut du voyage et de pédaler à ses côtés pendant une demie heure pour voir ce qu'il avait à dire. Jean Béliveau est parti de Montréal en 2000 et pendant 11 ans a marché sur tout les continents. Quelqu'un de très inspirant, il m'expliqué qu'il a pris cette décision pour sortir du systeme, de ce tapis roulant sur lequel on cours sans fin. Il faisait réference a notre vie telle que nous la connaissons, avec notre travail, nos factures et responsabilités et notre besoin de consommer, toutes ces choses qui rendent la planète malade. Il a marché pendant 11 ans, sur tout les continents, et dans 4 mois s'apprète à "boucler la boucle". Je me disait qu'il devait être un peu fou, mais pas du tout, il a la tête bien sur les épaules et a une perspective sur le monde très intéressante. Je me disais que dans le font, je suis en train de faire la même chose que lui en ce moment, et que vraiment, y'a pas de bonne raison de remonter sur le tapis roulant. A méditer... Allez voir son site web et soyez inspirés!
www.wwwalk.org. Merci Jean!
Ce soir là, j'ai campé a Portage la Prairie dans un parc vraiment beau et j'ai passé la soirée en companie d'une famille qui campait a mes côtés. un couple avec 2 enfants, ils essayaient leur nouvelle caravane. Ils ont emigrés du Royaume Unis il y a quelques années et n'arrivent pas a se faire a la vie dans les plaines et aux hivers rudes. bien sympas néanmoins.
Hier j'ai seulement pédaler 80km pour me rendre a Winnipeg et j'ai eu la chance de rencontrer Cameron, une amie de Tamara, qui m'héberge pendant 2 nuits. Dimanche, une journée très estivale, elle m'a fait visiter cette ville et nous avons assisté a la gay pride des prairies. Il y avait beaucoup de monde et c'etait tres dépaysant apres tant de solitude. Aujourd'hui, c'est encore une "journée à sandales" et cette après midi, je vais aller faire la siesta sous un arbre!
Les plaines, c'est bientot fini, plus qu'une journée et je serais en Ontario, dans le bouclier Canadien.
A bientot,
David
Mon séjour a Regina a ete excellent, Tamara s'est vraiment bien occupé de moi et m'a fait visité cette ville de taille moyenne, en plein boom. L'exploitation des sables bitumineux et de la potasse, un minéral utilisé dans les engrais, permet au Saskatchewan d'être une des province les plus prolifique du Canada.
Je suis parti de Regina avec le vent de face, et me suis rendu jusqu'a Wolseley apres une longue journée. Comme d'habitude, j'ai campé chez l'habitant, un mécanicien qui achète des vielles voitures, les remet en état et les revends. Il avait 2 chiots, qui m'ont volé ma fourchette (j'avais perdu ma cuillère en BC, donc je me suis retrouvé avec seulement un couteau pour cuisiner, pas super pratique...). Ils m'ont également réveillé a 5h du mat, donc je suis parti tôt ce jour là. Premier jour dans les plaines avec le vent 3/4 dans le dos, mon morale était au plus haut. 180 km plus loin, je décide de m'arreter a Virden. Ce jour là, je franchi la frontière avec le Manitoba, et perdu une heure a cause du changement de fuseau horaire. Un habitant m'a offert un coin de sa pelouse, près d'un magnifique lila, mais completement infesté de moustiques. Ces petits suceurs de sang, peste naturelle, commencent a être une nuisance, et je sais que ca va empirer avec l'arrivée de l'été.
Le lendemain, les vents étaient encore plus favorables et je me suis fait plaisir ce jour là. Je pédalais sans forcer à 30km/h pendant des heures sur des routes completement droites et plates, en m'évadant dans mes pensées et mes rêves immaginaires. Une journée de pure bonheur, marquée par une rencontre vraiment insolite. J'avais été informé par Rod de Caronport que j'allait rattraper un marcheur sur le bord de la route qu'il avait héberger 2 semaines auparavant, et lorsque j'ai vu quelqu'un pousser un petit chariot sur le bord de la route, j'ai tout de suite su que c'etait lui. J'ai décider de sacrifier ma meilleur moyenne depuis le debut du voyage et de pédaler à ses côtés pendant une demie heure pour voir ce qu'il avait à dire. Jean Béliveau est parti de Montréal en 2000 et pendant 11 ans a marché sur tout les continents. Quelqu'un de très inspirant, il m'expliqué qu'il a pris cette décision pour sortir du systeme, de ce tapis roulant sur lequel on cours sans fin. Il faisait réference a notre vie telle que nous la connaissons, avec notre travail, nos factures et responsabilités et notre besoin de consommer, toutes ces choses qui rendent la planète malade. Il a marché pendant 11 ans, sur tout les continents, et dans 4 mois s'apprète à "boucler la boucle". Je me disait qu'il devait être un peu fou, mais pas du tout, il a la tête bien sur les épaules et a une perspective sur le monde très intéressante. Je me disais que dans le font, je suis en train de faire la même chose que lui en ce moment, et que vraiment, y'a pas de bonne raison de remonter sur le tapis roulant. A méditer... Allez voir son site web et soyez inspirés!
www.wwwalk.org. Merci Jean!
Ce soir là, j'ai campé a Portage la Prairie dans un parc vraiment beau et j'ai passé la soirée en companie d'une famille qui campait a mes côtés. un couple avec 2 enfants, ils essayaient leur nouvelle caravane. Ils ont emigrés du Royaume Unis il y a quelques années et n'arrivent pas a se faire a la vie dans les plaines et aux hivers rudes. bien sympas néanmoins.
Hier j'ai seulement pédaler 80km pour me rendre a Winnipeg et j'ai eu la chance de rencontrer Cameron, une amie de Tamara, qui m'héberge pendant 2 nuits. Dimanche, une journée très estivale, elle m'a fait visiter cette ville et nous avons assisté a la gay pride des prairies. Il y avait beaucoup de monde et c'etait tres dépaysant apres tant de solitude. Aujourd'hui, c'est encore une "journée à sandales" et cette après midi, je vais aller faire la siesta sous un arbre!
Les plaines, c'est bientot fini, plus qu'une journée et je serais en Ontario, dans le bouclier Canadien.
A bientot,
David
Friday, June 3, 2011
Manitoba
Hey Folks, I just crossed the Manitoba border. That is 3 provinces done. Good south east winds today, already 140k done and only 3pm.
Cheers,
David
Cheers,
David
Wednesday, June 1, 2011
Saskatchawan, land of the buffalo
Hello fellow followers, I am in Regina and will rest here for a few days. The beginning of the story is in the last post, in french. So it is friday evening, after a long day of riding into the wind, I decide to stop in one of the farms that clutter the empty plain.
Maple Creek, SK, the ranch
I see one in the distance, get there, and not knowing what to expect, knock on the front door. An older man opens, and seems very friendly right away. He tells me to pitch my tent between the trees, sheltered from the wind. After I built my little home, and cooked some yummy dinner, he came and invited me inside, where we sit down and had a good conversation. Dave is a cowboy, and his ranch has been in the family for generations. His daily life revolve around his 180 cattle. They graze on the abundant grass of the prairie and roam freely in the massive fields. Every year, in october, he sells the calves to feedlots. He also raises ranch horses. Most of the work is done the old fashion way : on his horse, using lassos. And he knows how to use them, he is the 2008 canadian champion. He showed me some of his best, made by his son from stretched cow leather strips woven together. I really liked his personality. We don't only share the same name. I found that we had lots of values in common. He likes natural stuff, i.e. he doesn't give his cows growth hormones when he could. He let them calf by themselves, but he's always watching just in case. I like how minimalist he is, how he takes pride in his low impact lifestyle and how he cares about his land. In the morning, him and his wife invited me for some pancakes and bacon before I left. I will always remember the look on his face when he was looking at the prairie in the morning and said "you know, this view is the reason why I love it so much here and will never live in a city". It's good to feel such happiness and completeness. I thank them both for hosting me and making me dream a little.
I left this morning with a full belly and a tail wind. The first hour, my average speed was above 30km/h. Then it all went downhill. The wind turned and became easterly. I wanted to go past Swift Current that day, but it got really bad and it was draining me physically and mentally. After some hours of beating up, I had a hard time finding the drive to keep going. I would scream at the wind and the only answer would be a fresh gust in my face. A few times, I sat down on the side of the road, decided to stop for the day, and then realized that there is only fields as far as I can see and nowhere to camp. So I would reluctantly get back on my bike and pedal some more. When I got to Swift Current, my mind got distracted with the rows and rows of agricultural heavy machinery for sale. John Deere, Case III, New Holland, Caterpillar, they were all displaying their latest models. I resupplied my pantry and tried to find a place to crash for the night. Well, I picked the worst one ever. The dude I talked to almost reluctantly told me to pitch my tent by his barn, disappeared inside his house and I never saw him again. The Canadian Pacific rail passed on the edge of his property and the numerous trains would wake me up in a world-ending rumble. And he had a dog with, I assessed, a negative IQ. He heard some coyotes in the distance, and barked at the prairie for hours. then in the middle of the night, he heard me move in my tent. From 3am to 5am, he barked at my tent without stopping a second. Needless to say I couldn't sleep. At 5am, I angrily decided to pack up and hit the road.
I had a good day that day. The winds were not too bad and at 10am I had done more than 80k. I stopped in Chaplin, a small village to rest and did some maintenance on my bike. I replaced a broken spoke on my rear wheel, and truing the wheel took some time, but I was satisfied with the result. I left happily and visited a few ailing communities where most of the stores where empty building for sale. I stopped in Mortlach for lunch, and was surprised to see a lively village with actual people walking on the sidewalk. Bathing in the sun and eating a can of sardines was so delightful. Crazy how such little thing can thrill me. And I keep going, hoping to camp near Moose Jaw. It never happened...Shortly after I resume pedaling, a van pulls over in front of me and someone gets off and wave at me. It was a cycling club from regina. They bike downwind and go back home in a van, so that they never have to go against the wind. "cheaters" I thought. But anyway, Ron was a rather friendly folk and we talked for 10 minutes. He kindly offered to lend his tools if I needed any and showed great interest for my adventure. It felt good to feel part of a biking community.
Caronport, SK, and its guru
I was about 20k from Moose Jaw and I see someone biking on the side of the highway. It was the second time only that it happened, the first time being Garry near Hope, BC. Excited, I speed up and catch up with it. Rod was on his way home and kindly invited me to stay at his place for the night. Of course, I said yes. He is retired from his teaching job in a high school, and live to help the community. I called him the guru! He's the chief fireman at the local volunteer fire station, maintains the dirt roads, and fixes bicycle that he sells for close to nothing to students and friends. A bunch of schools, from kindergarden to seminary, sustain this town. Faith hold it together and it felt good to see everybody being friend with everybody. Rod took me along for a tour, and his keys could open any building. We watched a hockey game at the local rink, got into the empty schools and he's so respected that he can walk into people's houses without knocking on the door. I got honored that evening, to be introduced to all kind of very nice people. The mayor was super friendly, the president of the high school very curious about my trip and one of his friends gave me a tour of his wonderful veggie garden. Such a good time and good people. His wife made her world famous meat balls, so good with the gravy, I had two servings.
Next morning, after a copious breaky, I jump on my Brooks saddle and go. The objective was regina, only 90km away. The prospect of seeing my friend Tamara and spend a few days relaxing kept my spirits high trough the day, in spite of the strongest headwind so far and rain. In order to reduce my drag, I crunch on my bike, keeping my head down and sometimes resting my elbows on my handlebar. My average that day was the lowest so far, only 16km/h, and my lower back hurt after hours without rest.
Regina, Eat and Relax
I have been here 2 days now, keeping my physical activity at the lowest, eating junk food and regaining my strength. I feel ready to hit the road tomorrow, and I know it's gonna be against the wind again. Cross your fingers some more please. Tamara is a wonderful host and keep me occupied all day. The first evening we decide to go to the pub, and I didn't know what to say when the waitress ask me if I want a drink. Remember, I don't drink alcohol. Fortunately, they had a delectable locally crafted root beer. Next important stage will be winnipeg, 630km away.
Thank you all for your comments and your support and take care.
last uploaded pics here
David
Maple Creek, SK, the ranch
I see one in the distance, get there, and not knowing what to expect, knock on the front door. An older man opens, and seems very friendly right away. He tells me to pitch my tent between the trees, sheltered from the wind. After I built my little home, and cooked some yummy dinner, he came and invited me inside, where we sit down and had a good conversation. Dave is a cowboy, and his ranch has been in the family for generations. His daily life revolve around his 180 cattle. They graze on the abundant grass of the prairie and roam freely in the massive fields. Every year, in october, he sells the calves to feedlots. He also raises ranch horses. Most of the work is done the old fashion way : on his horse, using lassos. And he knows how to use them, he is the 2008 canadian champion. He showed me some of his best, made by his son from stretched cow leather strips woven together. I really liked his personality. We don't only share the same name. I found that we had lots of values in common. He likes natural stuff, i.e. he doesn't give his cows growth hormones when he could. He let them calf by themselves, but he's always watching just in case. I like how minimalist he is, how he takes pride in his low impact lifestyle and how he cares about his land. In the morning, him and his wife invited me for some pancakes and bacon before I left. I will always remember the look on his face when he was looking at the prairie in the morning and said "you know, this view is the reason why I love it so much here and will never live in a city". It's good to feel such happiness and completeness. I thank them both for hosting me and making me dream a little.
I left this morning with a full belly and a tail wind. The first hour, my average speed was above 30km/h. Then it all went downhill. The wind turned and became easterly. I wanted to go past Swift Current that day, but it got really bad and it was draining me physically and mentally. After some hours of beating up, I had a hard time finding the drive to keep going. I would scream at the wind and the only answer would be a fresh gust in my face. A few times, I sat down on the side of the road, decided to stop for the day, and then realized that there is only fields as far as I can see and nowhere to camp. So I would reluctantly get back on my bike and pedal some more. When I got to Swift Current, my mind got distracted with the rows and rows of agricultural heavy machinery for sale. John Deere, Case III, New Holland, Caterpillar, they were all displaying their latest models. I resupplied my pantry and tried to find a place to crash for the night. Well, I picked the worst one ever. The dude I talked to almost reluctantly told me to pitch my tent by his barn, disappeared inside his house and I never saw him again. The Canadian Pacific rail passed on the edge of his property and the numerous trains would wake me up in a world-ending rumble. And he had a dog with, I assessed, a negative IQ. He heard some coyotes in the distance, and barked at the prairie for hours. then in the middle of the night, he heard me move in my tent. From 3am to 5am, he barked at my tent without stopping a second. Needless to say I couldn't sleep. At 5am, I angrily decided to pack up and hit the road.
I had a good day that day. The winds were not too bad and at 10am I had done more than 80k. I stopped in Chaplin, a small village to rest and did some maintenance on my bike. I replaced a broken spoke on my rear wheel, and truing the wheel took some time, but I was satisfied with the result. I left happily and visited a few ailing communities where most of the stores where empty building for sale. I stopped in Mortlach for lunch, and was surprised to see a lively village with actual people walking on the sidewalk. Bathing in the sun and eating a can of sardines was so delightful. Crazy how such little thing can thrill me. And I keep going, hoping to camp near Moose Jaw. It never happened...Shortly after I resume pedaling, a van pulls over in front of me and someone gets off and wave at me. It was a cycling club from regina. They bike downwind and go back home in a van, so that they never have to go against the wind. "cheaters" I thought. But anyway, Ron was a rather friendly folk and we talked for 10 minutes. He kindly offered to lend his tools if I needed any and showed great interest for my adventure. It felt good to feel part of a biking community.
Caronport, SK, and its guru
I was about 20k from Moose Jaw and I see someone biking on the side of the highway. It was the second time only that it happened, the first time being Garry near Hope, BC. Excited, I speed up and catch up with it. Rod was on his way home and kindly invited me to stay at his place for the night. Of course, I said yes. He is retired from his teaching job in a high school, and live to help the community. I called him the guru! He's the chief fireman at the local volunteer fire station, maintains the dirt roads, and fixes bicycle that he sells for close to nothing to students and friends. A bunch of schools, from kindergarden to seminary, sustain this town. Faith hold it together and it felt good to see everybody being friend with everybody. Rod took me along for a tour, and his keys could open any building. We watched a hockey game at the local rink, got into the empty schools and he's so respected that he can walk into people's houses without knocking on the door. I got honored that evening, to be introduced to all kind of very nice people. The mayor was super friendly, the president of the high school very curious about my trip and one of his friends gave me a tour of his wonderful veggie garden. Such a good time and good people. His wife made her world famous meat balls, so good with the gravy, I had two servings.
Next morning, after a copious breaky, I jump on my Brooks saddle and go. The objective was regina, only 90km away. The prospect of seeing my friend Tamara and spend a few days relaxing kept my spirits high trough the day, in spite of the strongest headwind so far and rain. In order to reduce my drag, I crunch on my bike, keeping my head down and sometimes resting my elbows on my handlebar. My average that day was the lowest so far, only 16km/h, and my lower back hurt after hours without rest.
Regina, Eat and Relax
Non Marion, y'a pas d'alcool la dedans |
I have been here 2 days now, keeping my physical activity at the lowest, eating junk food and regaining my strength. I feel ready to hit the road tomorrow, and I know it's gonna be against the wind again. Cross your fingers some more please. Tamara is a wonderful host and keep me occupied all day. The first evening we decide to go to the pub, and I didn't know what to say when the waitress ask me if I want a drink. Remember, I don't drink alcohol. Fortunately, they had a delectable locally crafted root beer. Next important stage will be winnipeg, 630km away.
Thank you all for your comments and your support and take care.
last uploaded pics here
David
Monday, May 30, 2011
Les kilometres passent et ne se ressemblent pas (tous)
Bonjour mes chers fans, je suis a Regina chez mon amie Tamara et je vais rester ici pendnt quelques jours pour me reposer.
Lethbridge, jeudi dernier. Une journee horrible et super a la fois. Je me reveille et la pluie commence a tomber. J'ai campe illegallement dans un parc, pres de la riviere Oldman. J'attend 30 minutes en esperant que ce va s'arreter, mais ca continue. Donc je me decide a sortir, tout est boueux autour de moi, je ramasse tout mon matos et je me rends dans un cafe. Apres un copieux dejeune, la pluir tombe toujours sauvagement. J'entend les gens autour de moi parler, il parrait qu'aujourd'hui va etre un record de precipitation. Y'a pas le choix, faut y aller! Pendant 3 heures, je battaille contre le vent et la pluie, je suis trempe jusqu'aux os, j'ai froid aux mains et aux pieds et j'avance pas. Je baisse la tete et tout ce que je vois est la roue avant de mon velo, et l'eau qui goutte de mon chapeau et m'eclabousse le visage. Un vrai cauchemard. 50km en 3h seulement. Je m'arrete a Taber, une petite ville, et la vision de mon coffee shop favori me fait a peine sourire. Je me gave de donuts et muffins, ca me calme l'esprit un peu, puis je vais faire des courses chez Walmart. Est-ce que je continu ou pas? La prochaine ville est loin et impossible de camper dans ces conditions...ouais on verra bien ce qu'il va arriver. Et la je me rend compte que la pluie s'est arrete. Je monte joyeux sur mon velo, et je commence a pedaler. Surprise, je me surprends a aller a plus de 20km/h...oui, le vent a change de direction, il est dans mon dos maintenant. Les 3 prochaines heures, je m'envole! le vent devient de plus en plus fort, au moins 40km/h, et je fait des pointes a 50 sur le plat. Incroyable. La joie apres 3 jours avec vent de face est inimaginable. Le decors va tellement vite, et puisque je vais avec le vent, tout est si calme. Je vois les arbres se tortiller comme si c'etait leurs dernieres heures. Trop bon, 95km en moins de 3 h. Je m'arrete a Seven Pearson et decide de camper dans un petit batiment vide sur le bord de la route.
Le lendemain, je decide d'aller dans l'unique magasin de ce petit village, une fabrique artisanale de saucisse et beef jerkies. La vendeuse etait vraiment cool, elle m'a file plein de saucisse fume gratuitement.
Toute la journee, je me bat contre un leger vent d'est, mais je me debrouille pour faire 131km. Je laisse l'Alberta derriere moi et entre en Saskatchewan. C'est vraiment beau les prairies, et je suis epate par le paysage. Ca n'est pas vraiment plat, mais legement vallonne. La journee est marque par une attaque sur ma personne. J'etais perdu dans mes pensee quand soudain un faucon me passe juste au dessus de la tete. "il est malade celui la!? M'a vraiment foutu les j'tons!" je me retourne et il fait des cercles au dessus de moi. "casse toi de la PD de nain!" je lui crie. Une minute plus tard, il me fonce dessus encore et j'ai vu ma derniere heure venir. Et la je realise que son nid est dans un arbre pres de la route, et que je viens de passer a cote. Mieux vaut avoir un casque dans les prairies...
Le reste en anglais!
Photos ici
Lethbridge, jeudi dernier. Une journee horrible et super a la fois. Je me reveille et la pluie commence a tomber. J'ai campe illegallement dans un parc, pres de la riviere Oldman. J'attend 30 minutes en esperant que ce va s'arreter, mais ca continue. Donc je me decide a sortir, tout est boueux autour de moi, je ramasse tout mon matos et je me rends dans un cafe. Apres un copieux dejeune, la pluir tombe toujours sauvagement. J'entend les gens autour de moi parler, il parrait qu'aujourd'hui va etre un record de precipitation. Y'a pas le choix, faut y aller! Pendant 3 heures, je battaille contre le vent et la pluie, je suis trempe jusqu'aux os, j'ai froid aux mains et aux pieds et j'avance pas. Je baisse la tete et tout ce que je vois est la roue avant de mon velo, et l'eau qui goutte de mon chapeau et m'eclabousse le visage. Un vrai cauchemard. 50km en 3h seulement. Je m'arrete a Taber, une petite ville, et la vision de mon coffee shop favori me fait a peine sourire. Je me gave de donuts et muffins, ca me calme l'esprit un peu, puis je vais faire des courses chez Walmart. Est-ce que je continu ou pas? La prochaine ville est loin et impossible de camper dans ces conditions...ouais on verra bien ce qu'il va arriver. Et la je me rend compte que la pluie s'est arrete. Je monte joyeux sur mon velo, et je commence a pedaler. Surprise, je me surprends a aller a plus de 20km/h...oui, le vent a change de direction, il est dans mon dos maintenant. Les 3 prochaines heures, je m'envole! le vent devient de plus en plus fort, au moins 40km/h, et je fait des pointes a 50 sur le plat. Incroyable. La joie apres 3 jours avec vent de face est inimaginable. Le decors va tellement vite, et puisque je vais avec le vent, tout est si calme. Je vois les arbres se tortiller comme si c'etait leurs dernieres heures. Trop bon, 95km en moins de 3 h. Je m'arrete a Seven Pearson et decide de camper dans un petit batiment vide sur le bord de la route.
Le lendemain, je decide d'aller dans l'unique magasin de ce petit village, une fabrique artisanale de saucisse et beef jerkies. La vendeuse etait vraiment cool, elle m'a file plein de saucisse fume gratuitement.
Toute la journee, je me bat contre un leger vent d'est, mais je me debrouille pour faire 131km. Je laisse l'Alberta derriere moi et entre en Saskatchewan. C'est vraiment beau les prairies, et je suis epate par le paysage. Ca n'est pas vraiment plat, mais legement vallonne. La journee est marque par une attaque sur ma personne. J'etais perdu dans mes pensee quand soudain un faucon me passe juste au dessus de la tete. "il est malade celui la!? M'a vraiment foutu les j'tons!" je me retourne et il fait des cercles au dessus de moi. "casse toi de la PD de nain!" je lui crie. Une minute plus tard, il me fonce dessus encore et j'ai vu ma derniere heure venir. Et la je realise que son nid est dans un arbre pres de la route, et que je viens de passer a cote. Mieux vaut avoir un casque dans les prairies...
Le reste en anglais!
Photos ici
Wednesday, May 25, 2011
Yep. Alberta is flat
Hello yellow,
Lethbridge Alberta. This province really runs on gas! and Marc Gilbert was right, the prairies are gonna be long and monotonous. But I am holding strong and will make it through. When you read this post, cross your finger for better weather, especially wind from the west, 'cause I have it in the nose all day long!
Take care everybody, good luck with reading the post in french!
David
Lethbridge Alberta. This province really runs on gas! and Marc Gilbert was right, the prairies are gonna be long and monotonous. But I am holding strong and will make it through. When you read this post, cross your finger for better weather, especially wind from the west, 'cause I have it in the nose all day long!
Take care everybody, good luck with reading the post in french!
David
Alberta!
Bonjour les amis, je suis a Lethbridge, Alberta. Tout va pour le mieux, j'ai fini de traverser les montagnes, mes jambes ont double de volume et tout les soirs j'ai des courbatures de malade, mais je tiens le bon bout. Le temps est maussade ces jours. Mon dernier jour en Colombie Britanique, je me suis rendu de Cranbrook a Crow's nest pass. Toute la journee le vent dans la face. Pas glop. et le ciel bas et gris. Je pensais m'arreter a Sparwood pour la nuit, mais c'est un de ces endroit qui me donne envi de me tirer une balle dans la tete. Une ville miniere sans mojo. Et puis lorsque je demande la meteo, on me dit qu'il va neiger le lendemain. Ca m'a pas pris 2 seconde pour decider de continuer. Et la surprise, Crow's nest pass n'est qu'a 35km sans trop d'elevation donc je pars tres joyeux. Le probleme, c'est que de l'autre cote, ca descent pas. Ca deviens tout plat, et camper a 1300m d'altitude ne me tentais pas trop, donc je continue encore et encore et ca se met a pleuvoir des trombes. Un de ces moments ou j'aurais aimer un geste de la part de Dieu. Et il m'a aide! J'ai trouve un splendide petit abris sur le bord de la route, avec une table de picnic et une riviere juste derriere. Merci, Seigneur!
Ce matin, je me reveille et tout annoncait une sale journee. Pluie pluie pluie...Miraculeusement, je vais prendre un cafe et ca m'a remonte le morale a fond. Et la pluie a cesse. Avec un grand sourire aux levres, je suis parti et j'ai traverse presque la moitie de l'Alberta! C'est plat ici, vraiment plat, et les nuages bas rendent cet endroit claustophobique. les montagnes et les arbres me manquent deja, mais je sais qu'il faut que je soit patient, ca va prendre du temps pour traverser les prairies. Rien n'est fait pour les velo ici, tout est "drive through" et beacoup plus americain que Vancouver je trouve. Ca a l'air que les gens ne sortent jamais de leur voiture et ne se rencontrent qu'au travail et a la maison. Dur de faire un premier contact dans ces conditions.
En attendant, j'ai beaucoup de temps pour mediter, chanter a tue-tete et parler aux oiseaux!
Les dernieres photos sont disponibles ici
Voila bon vent a vous, il faut que j'essaye de trouver un endroit ou mettre ma tente, ca va pas etre facile ce soir...
David
Ce matin, je me reveille et tout annoncait une sale journee. Pluie pluie pluie...Miraculeusement, je vais prendre un cafe et ca m'a remonte le morale a fond. Et la pluie a cesse. Avec un grand sourire aux levres, je suis parti et j'ai traverse presque la moitie de l'Alberta! C'est plat ici, vraiment plat, et les nuages bas rendent cet endroit claustophobique. les montagnes et les arbres me manquent deja, mais je sais qu'il faut que je soit patient, ca va prendre du temps pour traverser les prairies. Rien n'est fait pour les velo ici, tout est "drive through" et beacoup plus americain que Vancouver je trouve. Ca a l'air que les gens ne sortent jamais de leur voiture et ne se rencontrent qu'au travail et a la maison. Dur de faire un premier contact dans ces conditions.
En attendant, j'ai beaucoup de temps pour mediter, chanter a tue-tete et parler aux oiseaux!
Les dernieres photos sont disponibles ici
Voila bon vent a vous, il faut que j'essaye de trouver un endroit ou mettre ma tente, ca va pas etre facile ce soir...
David
Monday, May 23, 2011
Bonjour les francais!
Je suis a Cranbrook, tout va bien, la prochaine fois j'ecrirais en francais.
Merci a tous pour vos comentaires, ca me fait vraiment plaisir de les lire
A plous,
David
Merci a tous pour vos comentaires, ca me fait vraiment plaisir de les lire
A plous,
David
Yep. BC isn't flat!
Hello hello, I am in Cranbrook. I am having a blast on my bike these days. Sorry I didn't post the last few days, I was just too busy cycling, or bush camping at night where there is no Internet.
I've had only big days so far, at least 115km, and some tough hills.
One just after Osoyoos, didn't remember this one was so long. The rest of that day was quite monotonous and long, but I still remember the explosion of good feelings when I rolled down in Grand Fork. This Valley was so bright and green.
The next day I had to go over Monzana pass and boy, that was the first high pass of my trip and I think I did OK. Got rained on on the way up. Once in Castlegar, I had to go up again to reach Salmo. The downhill from the top was the fastest ever. over 60km/h for 15km!
Then it was time for the highest pass of my whole trip ; Kootenay pass. I woke up in the beating rain and it really felt like it was not gonna stop. I almost called the day a rest day. almost. I finally rolled out of Salmo at 9, at least it wasn't cold. Once I hit the first uphill, it was raining twice as much, and it got sucked in. 7km/h for 3 hours got me to the top. Huge avalanche debris still everywhere. I was gringing up when I see a giant sign saying "watch for long horn sheeps" and just past the sign, a car was stopped and taking picture of something. I saw it going it the trees but didn't catch what it was. I my head, I think "hum, that must be one of this mountain goat". I waved the car, and ask. "It was a black bear. a big one. Be safe" and away they go. I remember the silence after the car was gone. I knew it was still on the side hiding away, uphill from me. Fortunately it didn't come out when I hurriedetely pedaled by. The night before, A guy who was camping next to me told me that a bear cruised by my tent at 10pm. I was sleeping then and didn't hear it.
The downhill from the pass wasn't great, wet, poor visibility, uneven pavement with pothole. Almost scary for the first 5km, it was so steep that I could barely stop.
Last night I found the pretiest campsite by the Moyie river, and tonight I will stay in the bush again, between here and Fernie. From now on, I'm only gonna be on road that I have never taken!
I am feeling strong and love every single bit of my trip so far. Alberta soon...after the last big pass, crow's nest pass.
Bye Bye
I've had only big days so far, at least 115km, and some tough hills.
One just after Osoyoos, didn't remember this one was so long. The rest of that day was quite monotonous and long, but I still remember the explosion of good feelings when I rolled down in Grand Fork. This Valley was so bright and green.
The next day I had to go over Monzana pass and boy, that was the first high pass of my trip and I think I did OK. Got rained on on the way up. Once in Castlegar, I had to go up again to reach Salmo. The downhill from the top was the fastest ever. over 60km/h for 15km!
Then it was time for the highest pass of my whole trip ; Kootenay pass. I woke up in the beating rain and it really felt like it was not gonna stop. I almost called the day a rest day. almost. I finally rolled out of Salmo at 9, at least it wasn't cold. Once I hit the first uphill, it was raining twice as much, and it got sucked in. 7km/h for 3 hours got me to the top. Huge avalanche debris still everywhere. I was gringing up when I see a giant sign saying "watch for long horn sheeps" and just past the sign, a car was stopped and taking picture of something. I saw it going it the trees but didn't catch what it was. I my head, I think "hum, that must be one of this mountain goat". I waved the car, and ask. "It was a black bear. a big one. Be safe" and away they go. I remember the silence after the car was gone. I knew it was still on the side hiding away, uphill from me. Fortunately it didn't come out when I hurriedetely pedaled by. The night before, A guy who was camping next to me told me that a bear cruised by my tent at 10pm. I was sleeping then and didn't hear it.
The downhill from the pass wasn't great, wet, poor visibility, uneven pavement with pothole. Almost scary for the first 5km, it was so steep that I could barely stop.
Last night I found the pretiest campsite by the Moyie river, and tonight I will stay in the bush again, between here and Fernie. From now on, I'm only gonna be on road that I have never taken!
I am feeling strong and love every single bit of my trip so far. Alberta soon...after the last big pass, crow's nest pass.
Bye Bye
Thursday, May 19, 2011
Osoyoos
Hello fellows follower, life is still good, steady progress and good condition.
Special thanks :
Wolfang for the fleece you gave me, I wear it everyday
Bob for the cycling jersay
Len and Debbie for the Timmy Ho gift certificate, yummy fruit explosion muffins
God for the wheel
Would love to post more pics, but this computer is so slow and the receptionist of the motel is getting cranky
Bye!
Special thanks :
Wolfang for the fleece you gave me, I wear it everyday
Bob for the cycling jersay
Len and Debbie for the Timmy Ho gift certificate, yummy fruit explosion muffins
God for the wheel
Would love to post more pics, but this computer is so slow and the receptionist of the motel is getting cranky
Bye!
L'ete est arrive
Bonjour a tous, je suis a Osooyos, au coeur de la vallee de l'Okanagan. Une grosse journee aujourd'hui avec 114 km dans mes jambes. Ce matin, je me suis reveille a 9h. Ma mere me dirait que c'est un honte! Heureusement j'ai eu des superbes conditions avec beaucoup de plat et le vent dans le dos. Conclusion, apres seulement 3 heures, j'avais deja fait 80km. Je me suis pose pres de la Riviere Similkameen, et j'ai fait la sieste apres un bon repas (Compose, entre autre, des meilleurs peperonis au monde de chez Doug's Homestead!). Apres ca dure dure, une montee de malade et un soleil de plomb. Resultat, des coup de soleil sur les cuisses, ma temperature interne qui est montee a 52.1 degres et ma moyenne qui est tombee a 23.3km/h.
Je suis si content de traverser toutes ces contrees a velo, c'est tellement beau et j'ai le temps de voir, sentir, entendre plein de trucs que je n'ai jamais remarques en voiture. De plus, j'ai beaucoup de temps pour mediter...
Hier j'ai vu tellement d'animaux sauvages c'etait intense. 4 ours, une centaine de chevreuils, des oiseaux de toutes sorte. Toutes les routes suivent des rivieres et je pense souvent a Mickael, Gaidou et JB. Ils seraient comme des fous de voir tout ces postes a truite. Merci Mickael et Guillaume, j'ai repense a notre aventure de peche l'anne derniere, ca m'a occupe l'esprit pendant 1 heure.
Il est 17h30, je vais aller me faire un repas qui dechire sa mere! et c'est pas peu dire!
Adios,
David
Je suis si content de traverser toutes ces contrees a velo, c'est tellement beau et j'ai le temps de voir, sentir, entendre plein de trucs que je n'ai jamais remarques en voiture. De plus, j'ai beaucoup de temps pour mediter...
Hier j'ai vu tellement d'animaux sauvages c'etait intense. 4 ours, une centaine de chevreuils, des oiseaux de toutes sorte. Toutes les routes suivent des rivieres et je pense souvent a Mickael, Gaidou et JB. Ils seraient comme des fous de voir tout ces postes a truite. Merci Mickael et Guillaume, j'ai repense a notre aventure de peche l'anne derniere, ca m'a occupe l'esprit pendant 1 heure.
Il est 17h30, je vais aller me faire un repas qui dechire sa mere! et c'est pas peu dire!
Adios,
David
Wednesday, May 18, 2011
De bon progres
Bon voila je suis a Princeton, j'ai pas trop le temps de m'attarder pour mes amis francophones, mais bon en bref, tout va bien.
Je dois partir me faire a bouffer avant que je tombe par terre, je vous promet d'en mettre plus la prochaine fois.
David
Je dois partir me faire a bouffer avant que je tombe par terre, je vous promet d'en mettre plus la prochaine fois.
David
at the gate of Okanagan
Hello fellows,
Wednesday 6pm, I am in Princeton. I left Maple Ridge on tuesday (Thanks Andrew btw) and had a good day, tail wind, sun, couldn't ask for better. Just before I hit Hope, I see in the distance another bike loaded with panniers. I quickly catch up and we start to talk. You're going to NF? mee too! wait...didnt we met on the Queen Charlotte Island 3 years ago...of course! When I was on Aida Gwai with Richard and Brett, I talked to him and asked question about touring. Incredible! So we stick around for the rest of the day and find a beautiful camp just past the junction between highway 3 and the Coquihalla (it must be a red neck heaven, there was hundred of empty shells on the ground and every single piece of garbage left behind had bullet hole in it!).
It was nice comparing our gear and talking about our respective route. Garry is a veteran tourer with over 100 000 km under his belt. Good Luck and see you in Saint John's!
Today was a big day. 120km through Manning park, almost rained on, but not quite (I could see rain storm all around me).
A few thing I have to get off my mind : For the record, Marion bet with me that I won't be able not to drink alcohol through my trip. A bet is all I needed for motivation. If she loses, she shaves her hair, if I lose, I shave only the top of my head!
Len, I should have listen to you when you told me there was lots of snow in Manning park. Indeed all the peaks around were blanketed with fresh. I woke up shivering, the good news is, shivering didn't kill me and cold preserve!
Now the bear story #2 (for #1, see next post). Here is the succession of events:
1. I am riding nicely on hilly ground
2. I smell something and I think "it could be a bear"
3. I tell myself that it's my imagination playing tricks on me
4. I see the bearS at the base of the bank, just below me
5. My heart rate goes through the roof
6. The big bear looks at me
7. The 2 cobs also look at me
8. I smile and wink
9. I go up the next little bump like there is no tomorrow, get a good burn leg
10. end of the story
Thank you bears, you made me go a little faster
Ok I got a lot on my plate tonight, gotta find food, I've never felt so hungry.
Bye Bye
More pics here
A video too
Wednesday 6pm, I am in Princeton. I left Maple Ridge on tuesday (Thanks Andrew btw) and had a good day, tail wind, sun, couldn't ask for better. Just before I hit Hope, I see in the distance another bike loaded with panniers. I quickly catch up and we start to talk. You're going to NF? mee too! wait...didnt we met on the Queen Charlotte Island 3 years ago...of course! When I was on Aida Gwai with Richard and Brett, I talked to him and asked question about touring. Incredible! So we stick around for the rest of the day and find a beautiful camp just past the junction between highway 3 and the Coquihalla (it must be a red neck heaven, there was hundred of empty shells on the ground and every single piece of garbage left behind had bullet hole in it!).
It was nice comparing our gear and talking about our respective route. Garry is a veteran tourer with over 100 000 km under his belt. Good Luck and see you in Saint John's!
Today was a big day. 120km through Manning park, almost rained on, but not quite (I could see rain storm all around me).
A few thing I have to get off my mind : For the record, Marion bet with me that I won't be able not to drink alcohol through my trip. A bet is all I needed for motivation. If she loses, she shaves her hair, if I lose, I shave only the top of my head!
Len, I should have listen to you when you told me there was lots of snow in Manning park. Indeed all the peaks around were blanketed with fresh. I woke up shivering, the good news is, shivering didn't kill me and cold preserve!
Now the bear story #2 (for #1, see next post). Here is the succession of events:
1. I am riding nicely on hilly ground
2. I smell something and I think "it could be a bear"
3. I tell myself that it's my imagination playing tricks on me
4. I see the bearS at the base of the bank, just below me
5. My heart rate goes through the roof
6. The big bear looks at me
7. The 2 cobs also look at me
8. I smile and wink
9. I go up the next little bump like there is no tomorrow, get a good burn leg
10. end of the story
Thank you bears, you made me go a little faster
Ok I got a lot on my plate tonight, gotta find food, I've never felt so hungry.
Bye Bye
More pics here
A video too
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