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Published: June 21st 2009
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clouds leaving New Brunswick
it rained off and on the whole trip but nothing serious Day 19. 6166Km
I got up the energy to make some toast before leaving camp this morning so I never stopped for anything but fuel. I don't think I pee'd all day either now that I think about it. I figured I'd camp close to Riviere-du-Loup and grab the ferry across in the morning... or the noon one if I slept too long.
As the day progressed I started wondering if I might make it for the last crossing today. I had programmed the address of the camp ground into the GPS before I left and it said I would'nt make it but it is so outdated that it does'nt know that HWY 2 from Fredericton to Edmunston is now 4 lanes with a 110Km/hr limit. I also could'nt remember if the last ferry was at 16:00 or 16:30. I was within 60Km of the port with an hour to spare but there was some construction slowing thing down.
I ended up getting to the docks at 15:50 and the ferry leaves at 16:00. They waved me on and within minutes we were underway. Fortunately for me and the guy who cleans the toilets it was very smooth.
I sat in
the cafe and had a late lunch while talking to my father on the phone which took about half the crossing time. It kept my mind occupied and off the motion. After our conversation which lasted longer than it took me to eat lunch I went outside for a few pics. We were already getting close to St. Simeon and within 10 minutes were permitted to go back down top our vehicles.
Once back on dry ground I needed to find fuel before heading into the unknown. I did'nt dare stop before knowing it was touch and go with the ferry already. When I left home fuel was in the mid 70 cents but out here it's almost a dollar so the second $100 tank in a day hurts. The first station I pulled into had no diesel but the kid and I worked through some broken frenglish and he told me where I'd find some.
Heading into the interior on HWY 170 I was quickly reminded of the hilly terrain I experienced around the Gaspe. I can hardly wait to see real mountains out West. At one point heading down a hill traffic was stopped. I could see flashing
buoy in St. Lawrence
you can see how fast the water is moving lights. Once I got close I could see firemen hosing something down. An accident? We waited 15 or 20 minutes before they let us pass. No accident just a charred truck. He was pulling a trailer up the hill and it obviously got too hot. There was no cell reception for me here so I can only imagine someone had to drive somewhere to alert a fire department. By the time they came from who knows where this thing was toast. Even the tires were all gone.
The sun was dipping as I approached Chicoutimi so when I spotted a camping sign I turned into town. That was the last sign I saw indicating camping so after waisting half an hour or so I was back on the highway looking for another. I figured once I got close to Lac Saint-Jean I'd find something and I did. I'm glad too. The sun was below the horizon and I had 849 klicks on the day. These folks know zero English but I managed to understand a word or two and found a site. Oh, I'm wrong. The woman knew how to say twenty five when it was time to pay.
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