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          | Date | 
          Destination | 
          Distance (km) | 
          Total (km) | 
         
        
          | Wed July 4 | 
          Causepscal, PQ | 
          110 | 
          4240 | 
         
        
          | Today we started our crossing
            of the Gaspé, but it didn't go too well at first.  We had
            skipped breakfast assuming that we would find something 10 km into
            the day in Mont Joli, but everything was still closed.  On the
            far side of town we stopped for some GORP and English Muffins, but
            they weren't doing too much for us and we were happy to find a
            grocery store in the next town.  While we were sitting outside
            eating we noticed that the Fleur de Lis flying outside of the
            Municipal Building was flying upside down!  Nadia went in to
            tell them and the Mayor thought it was pretty funny.  After
            breakfast we were rolling along and got to accept the coolest
            donation of the trip:  A car with a kayak and skis (?) on top
            slowed down, rolled down its window, and passed me $10
            on-the-fly!  I was just scared that I was going to hit them,
            take myself out, and scratch up their car!  When we got to
            down-town Causepscal we found out that the next campground was more
            than 55 km away, but that there was a place a couple of kilometres
            back up the road where we came from.  Being late in the day we
            decided to throw the Ratchet-Effect rule out the window (which
            clearly states 'No Backtracking'), and headed back to the campsite
            that was close by.  Scott definitely paid the price for this
            decision, because half-way there we accidentally ran over my trailer
            and wiped out huge.  I got off of my bike to see him lying on
            the ground with his head on the sidewalk, but luckily there was no
            spinal injury, heh heh.  Scott walked away with a scraped
            elbow, side, knee, a charlie-horse, scuffed up panniers, and a badly
            bruised ego.  In his words, "You'd think after 4200 km I'd
            know how to ride a bike!"  AB | 
         
        
          | Date | 
          Destination | 
          Distance (km) | 
          Total (km) | 
         
        
          | Tues July 3 | 
          Rimouski, PQ | 
          125 | 
          4130 | 
         
        
          | This morning we were treated
            with an amazing tailwind, and as a result were flying along at a
            nice pace.  Mid-morning we stopped for repairs to Scott's bike
            and for Nadia to make some phone calls to sort out her life back
            home with her campus job and scholarship.  Luckily it wasn't
            too hard for her to organize things with both of them.  Shortly
            after starting again we were biking along a very nice road (smooth,
            light traffic) when a very green cop pulled us over.  According
            to him, we were not allowed to be cycling on highways (which was ridiculous),
            and that we would have to double back to some secondary roads. 
            We pointed out that we had been on the Trans-Canada Highway since
            Calgary, that we were on the nice alternative to cycling the Auto
            Routes, and that this was our seventh day of cycling in Québec and
            hadn't been pulled over yet.  None of this convinced him, but
            when he was calling the 'incident' into his station he was told over
            the radio that as long as we were twelve years old we could be
            there!  Since we had been speaking in English he had no idea
            that both Nadia and Scott knew what came over the radio.  After
            a late lunch and a nap in Rimouski we set out to find a bike shop
            and hardware store for Scott and totally lucked out.  The bike
            shop had a huge service department, and because of the language
            barrier in describing just what he needed Scott was invited back
            into the work area to pick out what he wanted.  Kid in a Candy
            Store.  Our campsite was pretty cool, with awesome views of the
            St. Lawrence (which is now very tidal).  Unfortunately Nadia
            missed it since she was feeling sick and headed straight to bed
            after dinner.  AB | 
         
        
          | Date | 
          Destination | 
          Distance (km) | 
          Total (km) | 
         
        
          | Mon July 2 | 
          Rivière-du-Loup, PQ | 
          72 | 
          4005 | 
         
        
          | Well, again it rained pretty
            hard last night, but luckily the rain seems to be holding off during
            the day.  Overcast and slightly drizzly makes for pretty nice
            riding, actually.  As long as you remember to take off your
            sunnies so that you can still see!  Shortly after we got going
            Scott needed to stop at a bank, and it's a good thing we did because
            I had to adjust the new chain that I put on my bike.  Turns out
            that I should have counted the number of links in the old chain
            before mounting the new one, which turned out to be WAY too
            long.  Such an obvious thing, but it totally slipped by both me
            and Scott.  About 15 km along we found a hardware store and
            stopped for Scott.  It had the bracket that he needed, but no
            screws.  Oh well, at least we're one step closer to rigging up
            his front rack.  This is the stop that we had our 'Board
            Meeting' about whether to ride the whole Gaspé or not.  We
            came to the consensus that it wasn't worth it to ride out around the
            Peninsula - which would be about 8 days or riding out of our way -
            since the weather out there was supposed to be crappy.  At
            first I was a little disappointed with us deciding to cut across to
            New Brunswick, but quickly got over it.  after coming this far
            I'm happy to just put my head down and head for Newfoundland. 
            Things like the Gaspé can wait for its own trip!  Riding along
            this part of the St. Lawrence is incredible.  The roads follow
            only Prairie-flat floodplains, with small mountains sticking up out
            of nowhere.  We got to Rivière-du-Loup around dinner time, and
            I was surprised to see how big a town it actually is, having only
            seen it from the highway before.  We stopped for groceries,
            strapping them to our bikes any way we could, and then headed up the
            big hill out of town to our campsite.  After eating way too
            many grilled cheese sandwiches for dinner we called it a
            night.  Another 100 km down!  AB | 
         
        
          | Date | 
          Destination | 
          Distance (km) | 
          Total (km) | 
         
        
          | Sun July 1 | 
          Rivière-Ouelle, PQ | 
          124 | 
          3933 | 
         
        
          | HAPPY CANADA DAY (from
            separation central)!  Kind of ironic, isn't it. :)  It
            rained hard last night, and after bagels for breakfast we got
            going.  They didn't quite do it for us, and we were all a
            little sluggish.  Luckily after warming up we were flying at
            about 28 km/h for the morning thanks to a nice tail wind and good
            roads.  We stopped at a Tim Horton's for a break, and oddly
            enough Scott had been there before.  In the parking lot we met
            a Scout leader and his wife from Toronto, who were on their way to
            PEI for the Jamboree.  Apparently 16000 people are descending
            on the island for this thing, so we were a little thankful that it
            should be over before we get there.  We stopped for lunch in St
            Jean Port Joli where they were celebrating Canada Day.  I was
            surprised, but maybe it was ignorance on my part for assuming that
            there wouldn't be anything done for it out here.  That night we
            found a nice campsite by the river where we took care of some
            laundry.  Unfortunately for Nadia it was partly because the can
            of pasta sauce decided to explode all over her.  On our way to
            bed we were serenaded by some 'slightly tipsy' (read: hammered)
            locals signing O Canada, which was pretty amusing.  AB  | 
         
        
          | Date | 
          Destination | 
          Distance (km) | 
          Total (km) | 
         
        
          | Sat Jun 30 | 
          Levis, PQ | 
          Tourist day | 
          3784 | 
         
        
          | When we got up we took full
            advantage of the bottomless continental breakfast that our hotel
            offered.  If we were going to pay $80 for the night, we would
            damn well eat all the toast that they could possibly throw our
            way!  Because of the rain we also hung around until the 12:00
            noon check-out time, but eventually had to be on our way.  That
            was about when we realized that we had left our shoes on the porch
            all night in the rain.  Doh.  The plan is to head into the
            Old City, be tourists, and then head across the river and find the
            first place to camp.  When we got to the Old City it was a
            pretty cool place, but absolutely packed with tourists since it was
            the Saturday of the long weekend.  The Québecois may not
            celebrate Canada Day, but they certainly don't look a long weekend
            in the mouth!  While we were there we found an Internet Cafe
            before heading back to the bikes, where a cyclist told us all about
            our planned route up the Gaspé.  Good French practice for
            Scott and Nadia, but I was bumbling along just to keep up with what
            they were talking about.  After grabbing some dinner in a
            little restaurant in the centre of things we took the incredibly
            steep downhill run to the ferry terminal and crossed the St.
            Lawrence to the South Shore.  On the way to our campsite
            Scott's front rack committed suicide again, leaving us hoping that
            it would be able to hold out as far as Pointe-Verte, NB.  It
            was a cool day in Québec, but by the end the three of us were ready
            to call it and get some sleep.  Out campsite has an incredible
            view of the ever widening St. Lawrence, and I'm looking forward to
            heading out the Gaspé.  AB | 
         
        
          | Date | 
          Destination | 
          Distance (km) | 
          Total (km) | 
         
        
          | Fri Jun 29 | 
          Quebec City, PQ | 
          107 | 
          3784 | 
         
        
          | It was raining slightly when
            we got up and rolling, so we decided to break camp and head to a
            grocery store for breakfast.  While we were there a nice woman
            donated her change to our cause before heading on her was.  A
            bridge on our road was under construction, so we followed the detour
            only to find that it took us out to Auto Route 40!  Imagine
            cycling on the 401.  Parents please ignore the last sentence. 
            So we walked our bikes along the edge of the Auto Route, peddled
            like mad across the bridge, and then made our way back to our
            road.  We stopped for a break to make some phone calls and
            found out that the Toronto Star had published our story in the
            Lifestyles section.  It had a few inaccuracies and failed to
            mention the website, but oh well.  Scott had begun to notice a
            rattle coming from the front of his bike, and at lunchtime realized
            that his front rack had busted.  The Falcon rides on!  He
            fixed it up by rigging up a cantilever system with a compression
            strap and was on his way.  After riding through the rain for a
            while we arrived in St. Foy (a 'burb on the west side of Quebec
            City) and decided to look for a motel.  As it turned out all
            three pay-phone phone-books around had the 'Hotel' section ripped
            out!  We eventually found a place and settled down to a
            Harvey's dinner (now there's nutrition for you) before heading to
            bed.  Back in the hotel room Scott got on the horn and MEC
            agreed to send him a new rack to Shannon's parent's place in New
            Brunswick.  We also heard on the news that it was the 20th anniversary
            of Terry Fox's death.  We were all touched, but on a more
            practical note that will teach us not to do our homework before
            starting out.  We could have grabbed way more publicity for our
            fundraising effort had we thought about it.  AB  | 
         
        
          | Date | 
          Destination | 
          Distance (km) | 
          Total (km) | 
         
        
          | Thu Jun 28 | 
          Champlain, PQ | 
          159 | 
          3677 | 
         
        
          | Today seemed to start slow,
            even though we made pretty good time out of the city.  It
            just seemed like Montreal went on forever, but things seemed to move
            better once we crossed the water off of the island.  While
            we were riding through the city, a guy in a Ville de Montreal tree
            truck stopped us to give a donation, which was awesome.  Then
            as we were crossing the bridge a guy in a tow truck slowed down
            behind us, turned on his twirling hazard lights, and escorted us off
            the bridge before going on his way.  Unfortunately for him
            he got pulled over for speeding a kilometer down the road.  No
            justice.  In the first town out of the city we happened to
            see a bike shop, and stopped to get some more spare spokes.  The
            people in the shop were really interested in our trip, which I found
            a little surprising.  Now that we're in Quebec, where
            there seem to be a lot more touring cyclists, I would have thought
            that people like us stopping at their shop would be more common.  Go
            figure.  In any case, we were more than happy to talk with
            them for a while.  The highway on the east side of
            Montreal was great.  It's a small, well paved (we weren't
            expecting that in Quebec!) road that follows right along the river,
            which was beautiful.  We saw tons of other cyclists, but
            almost all of them were heading west, so we couldn't stop and talk
            to them.  Quebec is pretty cool because the government has
            put bike lanes all over the place, as well.  We read
            somewhere that there are over 2000 km of these lanes across the
            province.  Arriving in Trois-Rivieres at around dinner
            time, we found out that there were now campgrounds until Champlain,
            about 20 km away.  While Nadia was finding this out in the
            Info centre, some guys on a restaurant patio were asking about our
            trip, and the things that we had seen and done.  After
            Nadia came back we headed to a grocery store for some dinner.  We
            actually wanted to find something like a Subway, but it was looking
            like we were out of luck, so I suggested that we just hit the
            supermarket.  After having dinner on the sidewalk outside
            of the store we got riding again, and promptly passed a Subway, and
            then another one 5 km down the road.  Oh well, you can't
            win 'em all, right?  Throughout this trip more and more
            Spokey-Dokes have been showing up on Scott and Nadia's bikes, and I've
            taken to calling the two of them Spokey Dorks.  I realized
            that I had been paid back for that, though, when I looked down at my
            trailer's wheel after dinner and noticed a single green Spokey Doke
            on one of the spokes.  That'll teach me!  We
            flew through the last hour of riding to the campground in Champlain,
            and were excited to find that it was right on the water.  In
            the end that really didn't matter, thought, since we were all in bed
            pretty much as fast as the tent could be set up.  Bye for
            now, Adam. | 
         
        
          | Date | 
          Destination | 
          Distance (km) | 
          Total (km) | 
         
        
          | Wed Jun 27 | 
          Montreal, PQ | 
          Rest Day | 
          3518 | 
         
        
          | Ah Montreal, the first major
            city that we've hit in Quebec.  Its also making me realize
            that my French is a little on the weak side, but at least Scott's
            and Nadia's is pretty strong.  We slept in until around
            8:00, had breakfast with Jean, and then hit the city.  We
            went to a park by the Central library, which was in a really cool
            building, to use the internet, but they were all booked up.  So
            we hung out in the park for a while and read and slept before Scott
            headed off on the Metro to his grandmother's house for lunch.  After
            visiting there for a while, and catching up on Wimbledon, he walked
            back towards Jean's apartment while checking out the city.  Meanwhile,
            Nadia and I wandered around the city, grabbed lunch, wandered some
            more, grabbed some groceries for dinner, and found our way back to Jean's
            place.  The three of us had stir fry for dinner, and then
            went out for Popsicles for desert, since the day's 33 degree heat
            was still going strong.  Later in the evening Jean got
            home and his friend Grace came over to watch the fireworks that were
            being set off over the bridge to the south shore of the river.  The
            five of us climbed up onto the roof to watch what ended up being a
            pretty cool show.  After it was over, we sat around
            talking for a while, planned our route for the next few days, and
            went to bed.  See you all later, Adam | 
         
        
          | Date | 
          Destination | 
          Distance (km) | 
          Total (km) | 
         
        
          | Tue Jun 26 | 
          Montreal, PQ | 
          107 | 
          3518 | 
         
        
          | 
             We all slept in ‘til 7:30 after being up
            talking way too late last night. 
            We were all half-awake at 6, but getting up just didn’t
            seem like the right thing to do. 
            We had a nice breakfast with Trevor, and continued our
            conversation from last night.  We
            were feeling quite lethargic, and it was already a hot day by 10:00
            a.m.  We sadly had to
            finally leave at 10:30.  We
            had a great time with Trevor, and didn’t want to leave, but we did
            have to make it to Montreal.  The
            Quebec border was only a few kilometers from Trevor’s place. 
            There was only a little sign on the bridge since it isn’t a
            major crossing which merits a major sign. 
            We did our ritual of entering a province and hitting up the
            visitors’ info for the provincial map and camping guide. 
            The road was positively awful. 
            It was rough, with no shoulders, and being heavily used.  It was a bad introduction, and if it continued, it was going
            to be a long trip through ‘la Belle Provence.’  After a few kilometers we turned onto our road and found
            smooth pavement and a generous shoulder, so things were looking much
            better.  We were moving
            well, drinking tons of water, but there were one too many pot holes
            and I broke a spoke and got a flat tire. 
            We stopped to make the repair in the shade of a few big trees
            in front of a farm house.  We
            took a little siesta in the shade, slathered on more sunscreen and
            hit the road.  It is an
            understatement to say that we were all feeling quite tired and
            lethargic.  We stopped
            for a late lunch at a grocery store in the outskirts of Montreal and
            drank tons.  Nadia got caught in line behind a man who was very animated
            when he was trying to return a bunch of grapes he had bought. 
            We bought a map of the city and started our Downtown Urban
            Montreal Biking At Sun Set (D.U.M.B.A.S.S.). 
            Actually it wasn’t so bad because we were going against
            rush-hour traffic.  The
            cyclists in Montreal are however totally insane.  We bought a bottle of wine and found Jean’s place, a
            gorgeous Montreal apartment.  Jean
            is an old friend of Nadia’s Mom. 
            We undertook the ritual for arrival at a new stop: showering
            so as not to offend our host.  We
            sat on the balcony and enjoyed the view while talking, dining, and
            then talking for a few more hours. 
            Jean has some wonderfully interesting stories about his
            travels and his work, and definitely has a strong social conscience. 
            He told us all about his travels when he was, well our ages,
            and how he lived with all different ethnic and socio-economic
            groups, it was wonderfully interesting, and got us to thinking about
            our next trip already.  It
            was a very windy and threatening evening, as I was glad not to be in
            a tent.  Speaking of
            which, we officially made it across Ontario without camping thanks
            to our families and friends.  We
            have been quite spoiled.  -
            SK 
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