Quebec Continued
NOTE: This is cross posted and was done by Fab who is creating a large chunk of the route in Quebec
We intended to do the red section on the following map:
It's connecting to the section that goes toward Parent and that has been layed by Ted (in blue on the map) and it's going to Dolbeau-Mistassini, a decent town (Fast-food chains, Canadian tire, lodging, etc.) around Lac St-Jean.
We had to ride about 275 kms before the real thing and we stopped for lunch at le Margot in Larouche, a nice restaurant with a ton of artwork and collectibles hanging on the wall including the sheep vest worn by Jimmy Hendrix which is worth the visit alone.
The crew: Me riding the usual red pig, Sylvain on the yellow 800GS and Erick on his KTM530.
After the aforementioned 200+kms of pavement, we were finally at the start of the section.
This part is a logging road and goes on for a while (+/-80kms – I forgot to take note) and is really fast (140+kph) and loose sand/gravel.
After that we parted from the main road and entered some smaller gravel roads which where fun and offered a nice view:
Time to refill the ktm:
Then it got a little rougher.
The one thing I don't like about GPS is that it often puts us in the wrong path. The trail was marked by the GPS software as a main trail but we soon found out that it was not the case. Then we ran into some four wheelers and they told us that we should have stayed on the real main trail for a while and we would have been around the nasty section that we went through. Well we where there anyway:
At first it was fun:
But then there was a creek to cross:
But it was deep and filled with football sized rocks which made the crossing quite interesting:
I did go through but Sylvain did not have that much luck.
Funny thing, I got stuck on the uphill on the other side of the creek with the rear wheel stuck on a fat rock.
On of the four wheeler guy offer to winch the pig up the hill but he had to come around me in order to get to the top. He found it appropriate to push himself with his foot resting on my shifter while ascending and what do you know, a broken foot-peg/shifter mount. There is only one on sale on ebay as I write this so there was no way I was going to find one at N49 32 25.1 W73 17 32.7
The winching went all right and my bike was out of the way so Sylvain could try the ascent:
No winch required for a 800:
The 530 went up effortlessly.
So I'm stuck with a broken shifter holding bracket and with +/-350kms to go I wasn't excite about Erick's idea to attach a rope to my boot and use it to shift gears.
The guy who crushed my bracket had a ½ filtered rod about 10 inches long with a couple of assorted nut so I took everything apart and replaced the usual shifter mounting bolt with it and got myself a bike shifting pretty much like new. All the pics are in Erick's cam so I took one today to show:
I also found a way around this trap on the GPS software and according with input from the four wheeler so this should not be a problem in the future.
After this little mishap, we where greeted with some of the nicest trail I ever ridden. The soil was like semi-hard packed sand/yellow earth with absolutely no roots and the trail was a sweeping one car wide with small crests, everything a perfect trail is made off. The it opened uo in some logging roads from a recent forest fire (they harvest burned wood) which was again a blast to ride. I even lost a luggage case, twice
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This pic was taken after the first case-ejecting incident. Notice the road in the background left
The logging trail widen up as we reached the main forest road at km 46 (they have markers) and we rushed down to Girardville, a really small logging town north of Lake St-Jean.
We then rode again an awesome trail sections going through blueberry fields and some wood on our way to Dolbeau-Mistassini:
These again were some of the nicest trails I've ran so far!
We stopped for lunch in Dolbeau-Mistassini and rode the 200kms separating us from home as the sun was down as was the outside temp (1 Celsius) but we stopped at our local drunk hole for a tall beer (yes, a unique feature of this area; la grosse bière!).
Sadly, this is probably one of the last TCAT outing for me until next spring.