Sunday August 9, 2015

After our farewells to Jodi, Doug and two of the kids that were awake, we headed out on an overcast morning. We knew we had hills and headwinds to deal with.

The view from the house, looks out over Lake Superior, on a clear day it must be very nice.

We were able to join Highway 11/17 after the road construction.

Although it was a very grey day, the scenery was very pretty.

Some of the rock formations were really interesting.

Remember the little ditty I wrote about a few days ago – rocks and trees and trees and rocks and water. That is what we saw today.

We passed through the Pays Plat Indian Reserve and thought we should all live by the seven teachings.

At some stage during the ride we were cycling on freshly paved road, my husband warped sense of humor materialized. He was muttering something about his new aftershave “freshly poured tar – because you know it is going to be a smooth ride”. Dear god what did I marry?

Dave – the surveyor we met at the Kakabeka café told us that when they surveyed this area they tried to build the road with no more than 5 – 6 degrees inclines. He lied some of the climbs were 7.4 degrees. One hill was 209 metres of climbing over 4.25 kms.

At the same time we had a temperature swing of 11 degrees. We started the climb at the elevation of 199 metres with a temperature of 13.2 degrees as we topped the hill the elevation was 408 metres and the temperature topped out at 23.4. As we went down the other side of the hill the temperature dropped to 12.8 degrees.

We stopped in the pretty village of Rossport for a late lunch.

I looked at the menu and told Ralf it was quite expensive, but it was the only place in Town and we needed food. The food was good.

We had planned on a motel tonight and was glad we had as the fog closed in again as we were finishing the ride at 4:00pm. Along day in the saddle for a ride of 91 ks. As we came into the motel parking lot a lady came up to us and told us it was dangerously foggy between Schrieber and Wawa. She said they had come across two cyclists, that they could barely see the visibility was down to about 20 feet. We thanked her and told her we were done for the day.

After settling into the motel room, we had dinner in the restaurant. The food wasn’t very good, but the Steam Whistle beer went down very nicely.