Rock Forest to Windsor.
I am giving serious thought to the idea of ‘camping sauvage’ at the rest area here. A shower is not worth thirty bucks to me, especially with the river right here. This is a beautiful, peaceful spot on public land. I have half a bottle of water and plenty of food. I doubt anyone will bother me.
Today really felt like work. Lots of unexpected climibing with little reward, until now. Left camp Beau-lieux in Rock Forest around 8am and said goodbye to Silvano and Paola. We exchanged emails and facebooks. From there I rode into North Hatley and grabbed some coffee and croissants and hung around for a few hours. I think it was nearly 11 when I finally set off for Sherbrooke.
The ride took me through multi-variant terrain- farms, rivers, highways, and suburbs. The only real remarkable occurrence was finding an educational ‘mine touring’ company outside North Hatley. Apparently the area contains Québec’s largest copper mine and they are able to take tourists through the old mines. A wagon, pulled by a big tractor full of hard-hat wearing tourists was just leaving as I pulled up. I would have liked to try the tour but it was in French.
In an interesting turn of events, I saw a couple of old ladies on loaded touring bikes back in Windsor but I didn’t stop to say hi. Then I saw them again on the road to Richmond and they looked a bit lost so I helped them with directions. Then as I was setting up camp at the rest area they showed up and asked if I was camping here. I said perhaps and they said us too. So suddenly there were three of us camping sauvage. Their names were Mauricienne and Nicole and they were also headed to Québec. They were a pretty spry, funny pair. Only Mauricienne could speak English fluently so she was the translator. We made a campfire on the rocks out by the river and sat there for about an hour. As it got dark, a big full moon began to rise. Most of the time they just talked to each other in French bu I was tired and it was peaceful… I was content to tend the fire and listen to them chatter. Undoubtedly one of the finest nights of the trip.
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