The geography today defined the great white north. Cool temp, miles of sweet smelling pine and birch forest with absolutely nothing around but rivers flowing into the st Lawrence. Set out mostly east towards baie comeau, which my grandmother would call the alta-ruchus. Good road, with nice shoulder and the trucks and wind mostly gone. Stopped in small Inuit town of pessamit for chocolate milk and munchos. Kept on trucking to chutes aux outardes (despite our first flat tire, other than the car) for another picnic lunch - this has become our go to lunch. 15 more miles to baie comeau, a small cute town in the shadows of some hydro dams. Caught a really nice ferry, and saw a whale spouting, back to the south side, and the town of matane. Heard from the DCs who rested for Shabbat - hiking, leading about whales and massages. 68 miles for us.
The geography today defined the great white north. Cool temp, miles of sweet smelling pine and birch forest with absolutely nothing around but rivers flowing into the st Lawrence. Set out mostly east towards baie comeau, which my grandmother would call the alta-ruchus. Good road, with nice shoulder and the trucks and wind mostly gone. Stopped in small Inuit town of pessamit for chocolate milk and munchos. Kept on trucking to chutes aux outardes (despite our first flat tire, other than the car) for another picnic lunch - this has become our go to lunch. 15 more miles to baie comeau, a small cute town in the shadows of some hydro dams. Caught a really nice ferry, and saw a whale spouting, back to the south side, and the town of matane. Heard from the DCs who rested for Shabbat - hiking, leading about whales and massages. 68 miles for us.
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