Chesterville to Birchton, PQ


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July 27th 2006
Published: August 12th 2006
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Chesterville to Brichton

Wandering around the Eastern Townships on my way to Bob Blackwood's place.

Scenery in the country lanesScenery in the country lanesScenery in the country lanes

The haze was a result of one of the little storms I encountered. With the humidity they have there, rain storms don't clear the air as the do on the prairies, but tend to create a heavy vapour of water in the air.
Odometer: 38580km

The morning was warm, there was heavy dew on the ground and the sun was peeking through the trees. While Sylvain went to work on his training cycle, I got myself some milk and fruit, and went out by the stream to eat. In the next half hour I was lost in a bit of a euphoric state. I was about as relaxed as I get. The quiet was almost measureable, with only the sounds of the stream rambling over well worn roocks and a few birds in their morning song. I found myself trying to soak up more than I possible could, sort of like force feeding. It was one of those special moments. I am pretty sure, back in my twenties, this was the sort of place I had in my mind as something to look forward to. I remember thinking of the areas near the Ghost River or up near Sundre as being idylic. I don't know when I realized I would never have such a place to go to, but this little interlude in the hills of souther Quebec reminded me I had a good idea for what I knew at that time. Still,
Kinear's MIlls Kinear's MIlls Kinear's MIlls

Three of the five churches. No large congregations here.
Les and I made decisions over the last three decades that resulted in where we are and what we have now. I think what we have is pretty nice.

We lounged around and talked for the morning, then I got underway at noon. Sylvain explained some nice motorcycling back roads and a couple of pretty, old villages to take in on the way. I took his advice.

During my afternoon of riding through the hills of the Eastern Townships I was challenged with short, hard rain storms. I had my raingear off and on several times. What a performance. I thik a video of me trying to quickly put on or better yet, take off my rain gear at the side of the road, while trying to balance by holding on to the bike, would show well in America's Funniest Home Videos on TV.

The country was spectacular. The roads had lots of twists and turns, buyt they were in very poor condition, so I played it safe and took my time. The area would be an excellant place for bicycle training, with all the ups and downs over the rolling terrain.

I visited a little village called Kinnear's Mills. According to the village sign on the highway, it is soon to be made a heritage site, because of the unique collection of fine, little churches in the one, small town. I walked around, trying to get all five in one picture, but I had to settle with a shot of just three.

I took the rest of the afternoon to get to Bob Blackwood's place near Birchton in the southern part of the Eastern Townships, near Lennoxville. Bob is the brother of our friend Susan and had offerred a bed at his place for me to stay for the night. Bob's home is in the country and only a nice twenty minute drive to Lennoxville where his office is located. I could start to see the influence of the Brits from initial settlements. Names like St.-Ephre-de-Tring and St. Romain mingled with other places on the same road, like Stornoway and Cookshire. Interesting.

Once again, beautiful country with his house up on a hill overlooking grasslands covered with groves of trees. He has Shire horses and, when I saw them I was reminded of the farm I stayed at in England last year where
Bob with his friendsBob with his friendsBob with his friends

The Shires. Bob puts the covers over their eyes to keep the flys out of them. They can actually see right through them.
the owner also had Shires. They are magnificent animals and seem to be gentle for their size. When Bob went out to move them out of the barn, the colt immediately laid down as Bob approached. I wondered what that was about. Bob laughed and said it was just because the colt was spoiled. He often lays the colt down and then rubs his tummy for him. Evidently the colt loves it and thinks it is suppose to happen all the time.

I can see why Bob has settled into this location. Not only is it relatively close to where he grew up, but it is incredibly quiet and has several wonderful views over the nearby valleys. The heat and humidity were combining to create a haze, so I didn't get a chance to see valleys clearly, but enough to appreciate their beauty.

After a great supper Bob put together and that included a lot of fresh things from his garden, we went for a walk. We talked a mixed bag of things, but had to make an early night of it because he had to go to work in the morning. I was off to bed for yet another great sleep. I had forgotten how good it feels to be fully rested.

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