Day Seven.

Ausable Chasm to Montréal.

Rode almost 80 miles today. The initial ride out of Ausable into Plattsburgh was once again overcast but it did put me outside of Lake Champlain which was peaceful in the early morning and I stopped to watch some ducks and bass boats.

Plattsburgh Monument

Plattsburgh Monument

Plattsburgh was a rally nice old told, one of the biggest on Lake Champlain and had a couple of nice old monuments. Also, for some reason which I couldn’t figure out there were multiple locations selling Texas Red Hots, which I am pretty sure is just a fancy name for hot dogs. But I could be wrong. I had a good cup of coffee and a passable bagel at Baxter’s Bagels. Baxter is a german shepherd, by the way. No idea where he learned to make bagels.

At some point while drinking my coffee I decided I was going to go all the way to Montréal, which was a lot of miles and would mean my seventh straight day of biking. I made good time out of Plattsburgh and the ride was rural, nice. I stopped outside a dairy farm and studied some cows. When I got to Champlain I didn’t realize I was essentially on the Canadian border. I followed the route that Google recommended but it was blocked off and I got stopped by the border patrol, who thought I might be trying to avoid the port. But once I told him I was only carrying camping equipment he seemed satisfied.

The actual crossing itself was simple. I just answered a few questions about what I was doing an I was in. No paperwork, no passport stamp.

Welcome to Quebec

Welcome to Quebec

The terrain in Canada initially was also provincial, rural, and nice. With the exception of the signs being in French, it was just like New York. However, the sun began to shine pretty hot and the ride grew less fun as the day progressed. By the time I got to the suburbs of Montréal I was dog tired. I decided to stay at a hotel out in the suburbs rather than pay more and potentially have trouble securing a room in the city proper and it looks like the motel I picked, ‘Motel La Siesta’, is pretty reasonably priced.

I feel pretty bad about not even trying to speak french but there’s just no way. I can’t understand more than a few words. Still, most people speak English pretty well so I guess that’s good. Although I haven’t really developed a tactic to let people know I don’t speak French. I just say Bonjour…hello.

Still, though, I managed to get stamps, beer and Middle Eastern Food. I’m now in the room and ready for a relaxing evening of French-Canadaian TV and I already feel like a different person after a real shower.

The suburbs are much like any suburbs, except in French:

Poulet Frit Kentucky

Poulet Frit Kentucky

 

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