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
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| 569 km
Bee
stings in defense.
A
worm burrows for refuge.
Wine
solves all problems.
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