We reluctantly left the lodge this morning under a thick morning fog. A cute bunny which was all brown except for his white socks from the knees down, escorted us for a bit. sadly, the river has been too violently high with rage, so the hero option with the hand drawn ferry is not too be. The local ATV club hasn't had the gall to launch the ferry for the season.
A funny aside. When we were crossing the border two days ago, they asked Blaster where he was staying. He tried to explain that he would be riding all around, and not really anywhere. They insisted he give them a town. Somehow he panicked, and couldn't remember Ottawa or any other Canadian town other than Parent. You can see the size of this town by this official welcome sign:
It's the point of any trip that the adrenaline high is wearing thin. Keith, for example, was leading us down some very nice high speed gravel. The last three riders pull over for a potty break. Keith soon enough circles back and proceeds to turtle his bike in the soft shoulder. I believe that he was just too easily distracted with blaster's equipment.
It's also the point where we are thick with Sugar Pie. If you've never tried it, it a Canadian delight not to be missed
It's also the point where we are thick with Sugar Pie. If you've never tried it, it a Canadian delight not to be missed
We've aired down the tires a few pounds to make rolling over the marbles more tenable. Of course, this upset the delicate nature of the newest GSA. During the same stop Keith inventively used chunky peanut butter to cover up the low air pressure light on his 2014 GSA. I mean you can't eat electrical tape, but you can use peanut butter as electrical tape.
It was another long day, but some lovely high speed scenic track.
I think we found the largest unfinished Inukshuk. One leg is still standing, the second leg has a few bits fall. It's going to take a large cross arm though!
I think that Keith was a bit homesick and missing his better bike (e.g his X-country). He kept wanting to park and stop on mine!
In the true spirit of adventuring, camp is on the far side of Val-d'Or. We artfully abandoned the campsite for the Quality Inn.
