Lovely Outliers

As I woke up and packed up for the day, I soon realized that my decision to stop early was a really good one. While the thunderstorm had not been fun for sleeping, it was far worse just 10 k north of where I had slept. There were tons of trees across the trail and crews were out with chain saws trying to clear the path.

As I waited for the route to be clear, I stopped at a little restaurant(ish) place and had a pepsi and a long chat with a local gent about his life.

I checked the weather forecast, as the air was heavy and oppressive and the skies still looked ominous. When I read things like “severe thunderstorm warning” and “chance of tornado,” I decided it might be an OK day to cut my ride short and sleep in something slightly more robust than a sheath of nylon strung between two trees.

I make quick work of the remaining kilometers on the P’tit Train and swiftly arrived in Mont Laurier, a small town which has the particular feel of a economically depressed, isolated town.

I passed a leisurely day wandering the town, going for a swim, and enjoying the luxury of a bed. Even my bike got to pass the day in a relatively luxurious shed.