Previous trips -
12 days, 4
regions, 893miles, in Quebec.
|Region 1, Back to Lac St-Jean.
September 18th, 2006
When we wake up...No more rain, but clouds as far as we can see. We rush to fold the
tent down (even though it's soaked).
At least, we're happy to enjoy a quick breakast outside the tent.
After a good night sleep and with the help of natural light, it's easier to look at our
maps and GPS with an optimistic eye, and take appropriate decisions as to which way we
Our clothes are soaked and it's probably going to rain most of the day again today so,
we have to find a place out of the rain for tonight and it will be essential to dry our
After thorough examination, we decide to forget about the maps all together (they're
contradicting anyway) and to trust our GPS and our intuition only.
From what we see on the screen, if we make a small detour to the north, we should be
able to go around the section of trail that's closed by branches.
We begin following a portion of trail that's about 2/3 the width of the quads, and that
brings us to...a dead-end!
Not to obvious to back out of there with a trailer, on a little over 1/2 mile...
Strategic change in operations: Starting now, and for as long as we'll be in those tight
trails, France (she has no trailer) will go first. Marc, with the GPS will give her
All right, let's try another trail...
Incerdible! The trail is so overgrown with vegetation that we can hardly move forward.
France goes ahead for a little bit and, if it's OK for Marc to come, she turns her engine
off. That's the signal for him. If Marc keeps hearing the engine, that means France is
turning around to meet him because it's not going any further. This goes on for about 4
miles. Adventure, you say?
Imagine our surprise! We finally make it out of one of those skin tight trails and get
to a trail intersection that says: Bécancour Boulevard!!!! (Not clear on picture, sorry).
Heck of a boulevard!
This time I think we found the right one. About time! We went around the missing trail
section and are back on the one that should bring us back to camp. All this while blindly
trusting our Garmin Etrex Legend GPS. Wow!
Unfortunatly, the rain is also back in our way...The later it gets, the heavier it
At about 11:00 o'clock, we see a couple of small abandoned camps. One of them looks
more like a shed than a camp but the door is half-open...Bingo! We just found a spot to
take a break and eat a little something.
Until now, our GPS did'nt disappoint us. It's almost unbelievable that such small roads
and trails would be shown on it. Anyhow, we'll have to trust it as no maps show the
road where we are.
After our quick lunch, we ride for about 1/2 mile, in the rain, of course, and come
to...an unpassable bridge...A plan...A plan...We need a plan...With all this rain, the
stream is swelling by the minute! We look around for a place where we could cross it.
After a couple of minutes of searching, we give it a try and make it across safely.
|Yeah ! The camp!
||...Being dry and warm, sometimes happiness can be simple...
||Good to the last drop...
||Right to the camps front door, the rain never let us down...
From this point on, it seems the trail is getting wider, until it's back to a small
road again...I suppose that the fact that the bridge fell caused the roads on the other
side the be abandoned...
In spite of the persisting downpour, spirits are high! France even meets a couple of
After what seemed like countless miles (in fact about 40), we finally reach a small
trail section that we rode with our friends the day before we left.
3:30 p.m. We're back at the camp!! Wet to the bones but happy we made the roundtrip
while discovering ways that very few people know of. (The redness on Frances cheeks were
caused by the cold rain, not by the sun...)
A nice fire and a few coffee later, the small camp is heavily decorated with t-shirts,
gloves, pants, and underwares hanging over the roaring stove.
Only two days later did it stop raining. Thank God we were indoors! We even wondered if
the roads out of here would'nt be flooded...After about 36 hours close to the fire, our
clothes are almost dry!
The sun comes back out just as we get ready to load the quads on the trailer. I guess
someone up there thinks we earned it...
Who said fall was'nt a nice season?...
So this is it. Another one of our little jaunt comes to an end...
Stay tuned, because next time, it will be the big one...
Thanks for being there!
Trails closed by vegetation, contradicting maps, and litterally tons of
rain, a memorable cocktail.
- Dry miles: 0
- Miles in the wet: 37
- Miles total: 893
- Beer: 0
- Coffees: 7 each
- Food: bof...
- Nb of logs put in the stove: 25, minimum.
- Nb of times we thank you for reading us: 1,000,000
||The prize for most appreciated thing goes
|ATTENTION: We have a tie:The GPS, an
absolute must here, and the camp/stove, the most appreciated feeling we've had in a long
Honestly, we thought more of getting back than
Déjeuner/ Breakfast: Bread + peanut butter + coffees.
Dîner / Lunch: Bologna sandwiches (Oh man, it's about time get back...)
Souper / Dinner: Sorry, don't remember...
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