This morning we thanked Lorrain and Guylaine and went on our way. We rode to Val-d’Or to stock up on food. We met a man named Ralph at the grocery store who spoke English. He’s a retired school teacher and told us that it is rare to find English speaking people up in these parts.
We stopped at a small village called Senneterre to take a nap
We woke up and had supper at a park then rode for 40 km and camped on a logging road
The next morning we continued riding along highway 113 and pulled over on an abandoned railway bed to have lunch
We rode into a small town called Chibougamau to top off our fuel tanks and had poutine at McDonald’s
A bee flew up my sleeve and stung me.
We stumbled upon a free campsite south of Chibougamau
We ate some of the hazelnuts Lorrain had given us. He warned us about worms hiding inside.
We watched the sunset over a few cups of wine
Bee stings in defense.
A worm burrows for refuge.
Wine solves all problems.