The day will begin and end at the same location, if luck is a lady. It was unclear when we set off this morning, if the sea plane float station at the turnaround would be open or not. None the less, we figured we had enough gas to get at least 2 of the 4 bikes back to the outfitter, and they could turn around re-fuel and back track.
Have you seen my GS?
It seems that everyone rides the inside of all the curves. The line of sight is quite remarkable, so there are only a handful of spots you would be surprised by another vehicle. Being about 3-4 lanes wide, Blaster decides to ride the best line which is a inside track. During some idle banter, he announces his plan to stay in the left should we meet unexpectantly another car. We only end up meeting 5 cars all day, so the plan seems feasible.
Until we get to blind turn with a speeding Hyrdo Quebec pickup truck. Those men can really haul down the road. So he sees Blaster on the inside track and darts wide around the turn. The truck gets into a "magical" drift (still speeding) for about 100 yards. It's really something right out of a Chevy commercial. Next thing I know, Keith is aiming for the right track and I am staying left. By the luck of god, the continues to drift the straightens out right before he goes between us. Whoop. That was fun.
Fortuitously, the 390 mile trek was no issue. But we needed 9.29 more miles due north to get to the 55th parallel.
On the way out to the fueling station, we follow a big red (think Clifford the dog color) pickup. The guy drives really calmly as not to lose us. After fueling, the guy heads back the 3KMs to base where we need to go to finish up settling the bill. Sure enough the road "T"s, he slings the truck and drifting he will go. I think they all drive that way up now. Guess you have to do something to pass the time.
Flora:
fauna:
Keith gave it the old college try when we got to the float base. They had an entire map covering a wall. Nary a road north for us to trek.
Nonetheless, we've now sorted that we can transport a GS on an Otter plane. Apparently, we would cube an otter out, before we'd max the weight. The only problem would be navigating the double-doors. We think you could fit 3 bikes and riders, maybe 4 in a plane. The plane into Schefferville would be $3200. Doesn't matter if it 1 or 4 bikes. Then you could ride the train tracks down to Esker to the Translab highway. Maybe next time
The Lac Pau float base is open Late May to 1st weekend in October, 24/7. Their contact for the base is:
418-579-0947
Caniapiscau@airsaguenay.com
If you remember from yesterday, Keith took out a very dumb quail bird. However, today he was a reformed man. There was a very sizable (300+) black bear that sauntered across the road. The bear was in excellent health, with a high-gloss coat and a mouse grey muzzle. Notice that Keith didn’t aim for the critter, rather came to a collected halt. Blaster ensured that his moto was in first gear, incase this chance encounter should end poorly. All in all, sorry we didn't have the gumption to break out a camera and get him on film.
Tomorrow, back to Radisson.
Have you seen my GS?
It seems that everyone rides the inside of all the curves. The line of sight is quite remarkable, so there are only a handful of spots you would be surprised by another vehicle. Being about 3-4 lanes wide, Blaster decides to ride the best line which is a inside track. During some idle banter, he announces his plan to stay in the left should we meet unexpectantly another car. We only end up meeting 5 cars all day, so the plan seems feasible.
Until we get to blind turn with a speeding Hyrdo Quebec pickup truck. Those men can really haul down the road. So he sees Blaster on the inside track and darts wide around the turn. The truck gets into a "magical" drift (still speeding) for about 100 yards. It's really something right out of a Chevy commercial. Next thing I know, Keith is aiming for the right track and I am staying left. By the luck of god, the continues to drift the straightens out right before he goes between us. Whoop. That was fun.
Fortuitously, the 390 mile trek was no issue. But we needed 9.29 more miles due north to get to the 55th parallel.
On the way out to the fueling station, we follow a big red (think Clifford the dog color) pickup. The guy drives really calmly as not to lose us. After fueling, the guy heads back the 3KMs to base where we need to go to finish up settling the bill. Sure enough the road "T"s, he slings the truck and drifting he will go. I think they all drive that way up now. Guess you have to do something to pass the time.
Flora:
fauna:
Keith gave it the old college try when we got to the float base. They had an entire map covering a wall. Nary a road north for us to trek.
Nonetheless, we've now sorted that we can transport a GS on an Otter plane. Apparently, we would cube an otter out, before we'd max the weight. The only problem would be navigating the double-doors. We think you could fit 3 bikes and riders, maybe 4 in a plane. The plane into Schefferville would be $3200. Doesn't matter if it 1 or 4 bikes. Then you could ride the train tracks down to Esker to the Translab highway. Maybe next time
The Lac Pau float base is open Late May to 1st weekend in October, 24/7. Their contact for the base is:
418-579-0947
Caniapiscau@airsaguenay.com
If you remember from yesterday, Keith took out a very dumb quail bird. However, today he was a reformed man. There was a very sizable (300+) black bear that sauntered across the road. The bear was in excellent health, with a high-gloss coat and a mouse grey muzzle. Notice that Keith didn’t aim for the critter, rather came to a collected halt. Blaster ensured that his moto was in first gear, incase this chance encounter should end poorly. All in all, sorry we didn't have the gumption to break out a camera and get him on film.
Tomorrow, back to Radisson.