So the day started off gloriously over a cup of Timmy Horton’s coffee with fellow inmate Fortech. He’s got this mighty fine steed which is first foray into Adventure riding from the sportbike world! No doubt that he’s already been out and about as he wanted to know where that bridge was from yesterday’s post.
Deer Lake:
Anyhow, we did one section of the Trailway (old Railroad track) from Howley to Millertown Junction. The section technical begins in Deer Lake, but RFlagg reported last year many falls in a short distance due to the deep gravel.
Almost everyone knows that railroads tend to be straight…very straight roads.
Finally, a big-ass bridge for a big-ass bike!
Even when the camera drops down the triple tree, it still takes good photos!
However, there is fascinating life along the way. Alas, only one moose, and no caribou. However, we met this gent from Nova Scotia whom eagerly offered us to come inside for some tea.
Hard to see from the photo, but there is a 5 ft tall Innuchuck (sp?) (stone rock formation in shape of human) on top of this hill:
Later on the trail, we met this group of seniors whom were doing just about the entire track for their vacation! God help me I am still going strong like them in another 30 years!
The area surrounding the track has slowly begun to revitalize. Mostly, it appears to be retreats and cabins, but there also appear to be some newer permenante homes. These were the most colorful ones:
The gravel tended to be deep in the center, but otherwise was good track. Speed was about 35KPH max though. Anyhow, one of the less challenging obstacles of the last 2 weeks ended up causing quite a ruckus and a TTRU event. There was a small washed out culvert that I was approaching too quickly (and with my head up my ass).
First a bit of prelude. My front brake has been icky for a few days. First is was “grinding” and then it would be extremely soft. As we thought it might have air in the line, we left the brake lever compressed overnight. WA LA! The brake is now functioning as designed. And therein lies the issue. In every bad incident, you usually need to do more than one thing wrong. So, I’ve been a bit coarse on the front brake for the past few days, and today the combination of too much speed and now correctly functioning brake sent me locking that tire. With my head still up my ass, I let off the brake and that was all she needed. I got off and watched it skid then flip. I was very fortuitous that bike stopped skidding before it the water…I do think that a orange GS not only properly marks the obstacle, and (almost) fills it in.
After the TTRU team extracted the bike, we popped the lid of pannier and re-secured it…good as new.
Although the dirt road around Red Indian Lake appears to follow the lake closely, the lake itself is mostly obscured by folliage except for a few spots where you see this:
The remainder of the day was rather relaxing. There was no place for fuel or human food. Made Burgeo for the evening.
Deer Lake:
Anyhow, we did one section of the Trailway (old Railroad track) from Howley to Millertown Junction. The section technical begins in Deer Lake, but RFlagg reported last year many falls in a short distance due to the deep gravel.
Almost everyone knows that railroads tend to be straight…very straight roads.
Finally, a big-ass bridge for a big-ass bike!
Even when the camera drops down the triple tree, it still takes good photos!
However, there is fascinating life along the way. Alas, only one moose, and no caribou. However, we met this gent from Nova Scotia whom eagerly offered us to come inside for some tea.
Hard to see from the photo, but there is a 5 ft tall Innuchuck (sp?) (stone rock formation in shape of human) on top of this hill:
Later on the trail, we met this group of seniors whom were doing just about the entire track for their vacation! God help me I am still going strong like them in another 30 years!
The area surrounding the track has slowly begun to revitalize. Mostly, it appears to be retreats and cabins, but there also appear to be some newer permenante homes. These were the most colorful ones:
The gravel tended to be deep in the center, but otherwise was good track. Speed was about 35KPH max though. Anyhow, one of the less challenging obstacles of the last 2 weeks ended up causing quite a ruckus and a TTRU event. There was a small washed out culvert that I was approaching too quickly (and with my head up my ass).
First a bit of prelude. My front brake has been icky for a few days. First is was “grinding” and then it would be extremely soft. As we thought it might have air in the line, we left the brake lever compressed overnight. WA LA! The brake is now functioning as designed. And therein lies the issue. In every bad incident, you usually need to do more than one thing wrong. So, I’ve been a bit coarse on the front brake for the past few days, and today the combination of too much speed and now correctly functioning brake sent me locking that tire. With my head still up my ass, I let off the brake and that was all she needed. I got off and watched it skid then flip. I was very fortuitous that bike stopped skidding before it the water…I do think that a orange GS not only properly marks the obstacle, and (almost) fills it in.
After the TTRU team extracted the bike, we popped the lid of pannier and re-secured it…good as new.
Although the dirt road around Red Indian Lake appears to follow the lake closely, the lake itself is mostly obscured by folliage except for a few spots where you see this:
The remainder of the day was rather relaxing. There was no place for fuel or human food. Made Burgeo for the evening.