|09-11-2009, 07:15 PM||#226|
Joined: Sep 2007
Location: Okie near Muskogee
They are all just roads, its just what you make of them.
I do need another influx of the pretty girl pictures, I will try and work on that one. Your smilely skills are killing me. no much funnier than happy faces humping
More coming up in a little bit. Least you can get some good reading in your down times, are any of the guys following along there?
|09-11-2009, 07:36 PM||#228|
Joined: Sep 2007
Location: Okie near Muskogee
|09-11-2009, 07:48 PM||#229|
Joined: Sep 2007
Location: Okie near Muskogee
I woke up a little later the next morning like I seem to do when not sleeping outside on my cot under the stars or in my tent. I walked over to the office and Eddy told me to go get some cafe and toast so I went over and had some coffee and a nice juicey orange. I packed and geared up and said goodbyes to all the camp workers and headed out for one more look at the far East road a little more to the South here where the Hydro Quebec people where screwing around with something so I stayed out of their open gate:
Things are getting a little wild at he bar here with some of the Indians so I'm gonna get while the getting is good and before I get another police escort. Maybe more when I get to another good wifi site farther south somewhere or tomorrow here if I just can't get gone.
I'll go to bed and get ready for some traveling tomorrow.
Edit. continue on from the safety of the Second Cup down in Montreal, gotta get to this my mind is getting foggy
I got all set to go and head off down the TT road back West to Radisson where I wanted to end up for the night having a cold beer and a nice meal for the accomplishment. I had already gotten a late start but it really didn't matter. Not far from the end I ran up to the group from Ottawa that I had orginally thought where coming this way earlier. We stopped and talked for a bit and introduced ourselves but of course unless I write names down or spend some time with a person it leaves my mind almost as soon as it enters. Here's the pic of the group, some have already posted up, all good guys-maybe we can have a beer soon down in Ottawa:
Deadly99 in the middle, Quantis on the far left of picture, and I'm thinking Dan Alexander is second from left? Chime in to get it right.
Afte the little visit I took a leak and got geared up and just a little ways more came up on this little guy, turned
out I saw more of these little guys on this road than anything else:
I laughed out loud inside my helmet wondering what the hell he thinks is going on with me coming up on him trying to get his picture, he had to be a little concerned with what I was up to. It was funny to watch him go about his business looking back to check on me every now and then, just passing down the road and saundering off down the side.
I came back on the Brisay site once more and took a closer look around at the other side looking at the generation plant from down below this time. The big cut:
The Brisay powerhouse:
I was doing good except for those stupid glasses that just suck:
The design layout in French of course:
The bigger plan of the whole project minus all the dykes:
You have to ride over the top of the spillway gates and intake gates at the Brisay site here:
Had a fairly uneventful ride back towards Mirage camp where the first fuel is to be found on the way back to the JBR until I got a few kms from it when a grey wolf crossed the road in front of me. He was so quick I could get the Cannon moblilized fast enough to show you. Shortly after that I came up on the Mirage airstrip to the East of their camp where a small twin engine plane was taking off kicking up dust as I passed, again too sudden for me to get the shot, but its cool the guys less than 50 yrd from you on the road coming up to speed on a gravel strip kicking up a dust storm. Right after this was when I could have bought the farm if I'd not been paying attention. The setup was one of the Mirgae camp's trucks who was attending to the folks flying out in the plane was coming back out to the TT road to make the short drive back to camp and I saw the whole thing coming all the way. No one expects much traffic on this road, let alone motorbike travel and the driver of the truck to his credit did slow a little before coming on the TT but never even saw me until I passed him on the left shaking my head as I came around and then he realized how close I was. Always trying to watch as close as I can, safe again. When I got to camp the passenger in the truck came up and said he was sorry about the little incident and that was nice and I told him he happens a lot and I expect not to be seen, that's why I've made it so far. Got to camp too late for the hot lunch and took a sandwhich and pop and some tasty cookies the same cook fixed me up with from the other day. Had a little line of pickup trucks full of hunters at the fuel stop so it took a little while to get gassed up so I did go ahead a set up my LG2 hydro tour, only thing that was availiable was a Friday 08:30 Frenchie so I signed up because I heard it was worth a look and I could use a good day just to screw off a bit.
My gas at the Mirage camp:
It funny riding the TT in that the airspace must be one of the main airways for plane travel to most of Canada with flights maybe coming from Europe?? Its cool to watch the contrails they leave, X marks the spot:
I blasted on up the road back to km 286 to top off again and say hello to Wolfman Mike again who said he really enjoyed the pizza, it was a good trade for me too, the hot shower was great. I flogged the mule good and had to stop for another picture at the cool bridge once more, field goal with the sun in the uprights, it turned out to make for a little slower ride back to the JBR because it made reading the gravel more difficult for my usual cruising speed:
From this bridge, my front tkc after 7000+ miles of travel, getting thin on the wear indicator:
Before or after the bridge I wanted to pull in and check out the K something camp where the emergency services are located, this is where you get to probably go if you really screwed the pooch on the TT road on the first half at least and then Hydro Quebec would have your fate in their hand from there on:
You could probably beg for some fuel here if you got in a real bind. There are a couple pretty decent airstrips for most if not all the hydro projects along the way on the TT. Here's a little black squrriel at the first TT airstrip:
Also something that is neat on the TT is that the graders here run longer sections than anywhere I've seen before, they don't just do 2km sections like most do, these guys take on 30km or so and have a rear angle blade with some floater wheels that spreads the main blade's spillpile so its not stacked in the road for 30kms. And if its not a good grade you can always bank on following the floater wheels tracks as a safe bet for better traction. The rear blade's cutting edge is notched and has angled tips so it does a nice job laying out the spillpile behind the grader all in one pass. Again some blade hands know better than others. Around the last 100kms of the road up to within ~50kms of the JBR was bladed to near perfection per my standards. This is a road grading setup that just won't quit:
Of minor note a small milestone was passed not more than 10km from the JBR:
Shit 205 ain't nothing, try 331 and my moving average is not to shabby if I do say so myself.
I got back to the JBR still with the sun about ride eye high and took 5 or 10 and filled up with the turtle pac's lifeblood for the mule and flew back to Radisson to celebrate a great run of the TT.
I think dust will help balance the rear wheel, couldn't hurt I wouldn't think:
Beer and a special dinner(the fisherman's platter for those that need to know) where on order:
The frog legs began dancing in celebratory fashion or a beer enema depending on how it looks to you:
Pretty sure I shut the place down that early the next more or was very near to. I went riding around town and found me a nice lot near Napa store to pitch the green hut and it was good.
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|09-13-2009, 02:09 AM||#230|
slave to gravity
|09-13-2009, 08:01 AM||#231|
Joined: Aug 2005
Location: Where the sun shines first
You said it several times now and I am starting to agree, you sure are one lucky son of a gun. Free room and board at the end of the road haha. Keep the report going
Yes, the bike is shit to ride, but so is a pissed off wife... Dim
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|09-13-2009, 08:44 AM||#232|
Fast and Far
Joined: Apr 2008
Location: Merrickville, Canada
It was good to meet ya out there on the TT. Happy trails, shoot me a pm if you come threw Ottawa and want have a pint or three. Safe travels.
|09-14-2009, 08:13 PM||#234|
Joined: Sep 2007
Location: Okie near Muskogee
Coming through tomorrow for some drinks with you guys and hopefully a washer and dryer too
PMs being sent.
|09-15-2009, 02:54 AM||#236|
Joined: Sep 2007
Location: Okie near Muskogee
tenth, the captain screw off day
I woke up late in the morning with not much of anything to do in particular so I went down to the Napa store that I was camped so close to for some handy dandy blue shop towels that work perfect for any kinda of dirty business and are quite tolerable for ass wipe even, better than John Wayne tp, Tough as nails, and won't take shit off anybody.
Anyway when I was dorking around in the parts store and came back outside to get a fitting two guys where eyeing the bike and had questions to ask and friendly fellow that I am I was happy to answer and soon the conversation went to an invite for cafe at the helicopter base where the two guys turned out to fly for WCW-Whapchiwem Helicopters Limited and the one guy with the difficult name to remember was a rider and the other one named Luke is a pretty damned good magician on the side, both super nice guys. They gave me the directions to the shop and this would be where I would spend the majority of the day screwing off.
I went for some coffee, I don't usually don't drink coffee unless its freezing out but its kinda like smoking, when your offerd, I can and do to show my interest and thanks. We had a fresh pot and visited some more and saw many good magic tricks thanks to Luke and before you now it lunch time rolled around and we all went to the eating place in town, I myself had the porkchop special at the overcrowded place. I sat with Luke in a little booth and learned about his great family and how his very interesting rotorhead career came to be. We finnish with lunch and by this time I knew I needed to go up and see what it was all about. I've only flown in Jet Rangers before and this little Eurocopter Squirrel was a real treat and Luke my pilot made it the most awesome helicopter experience ever, fly it like you stole it kinda comes to mind. The guy is good, over 30+ yrs experience flying, I'm sure Pierre, or what ever the other guy's name was, is good too, he's also a fixed wing bush pilot with many years of experience but Luke's English was very good and I'd spent the most time talking with him earlier in the day anyway so it seemed right to go up with him. He gave me a great education on the workings of the machine. We climibed up and looked at the swash plate and how the cyclic and collective work the plate and he talked me through all the startup operations of the craft which was very neat. And explained all things during the flight which was perfect. Bunch of pictures here.
A pair of squirrels:
Luke with what he knows best:
Lifter hook, can lift little over 1200 lbs iffin I remember right, Luke could put the mule anywhere I'd like it easily.
It was a little windy, but Luke said it was good because it gave the rotors good air, he knows best:
We took off and cleared off with the tower and then went to take a picture of my campsite in town near the NAPA store here, little green hut:
Little green spot on the tree line straight up 12:00 from the quonset hut you see.
Al la Radisson how the birds see it:
The Robert Byrd work camp park or something or other, already closed for the season on Labour Day I think:
Luke took it up and let me run the stick to get the feel, the cyclic you dirty bastards, and see what kind of input and I mean to tell you the man is an operator with a smooth touch, he can fly the hell out of this machine. He showed me extensively what this baby can do, its very, very impressive to say the least. It climbs at an all most unbelievable rate and can turn hard enogh to make you want to hold on to something and put your stomach in your lungs easily. I think the flight was more of a squirrel's performance and abilities than a dam tour and I was in heaven having the greatest time. Luke did a couple of landings or near landing in some neat places to show what she could do. Closest thing I'll ever get to a like Vietnam grassy LZ:
Over one of the dykes, notice the workers in their truck below:
LG 2 in the foreground (16 turbines) and far field LG 2a (5 or 6 maybe):
Me loving every second of it, just need my Coors hat and same fly guy shades to complete the picture:
Luke in his element:
Buzzing the famous Grand Staircase of Baie James; this is Ghostrider requesting a flyby...:
The top landing of that case:
The old diversion channels used during construction now forever sealed with yards and yards of concrete plug:
Not the best place to ditch:
The La Grande River after its powered millions of homes and businesses and still one more run through a turbine before the sea:
Damn cool job:
Went back to the hanger and then got to talking with the director of the base, Michel C. who had builit a RV4 that I'd noticed out at the airport ealier on my way coming into Radisson for the first time. I loaded up with him and another pilot, who was being spelled off and flying back to Montreal later this day, and went to the airport to drop him off and check out Michel's build. He does very good work, the detail of the finnish is excellent. His integrated panel with standard guages as well:
And just becuase:
Very sharp little high performance kit build plane here, I'll take one with a diesel:
And now for Michel's water dog, it a fabric "C" named I forget but its very popular STOL model on floats that he built himself, again the detail is impressive, the guy knows how to fabricate nicely:
It was very fun to check out his fleet, the RV4 would have been a hell of a ride I'm sure. The day was pretty much screwed off and by the time we got back from checking the planes out, it was about 5pm. I had Michel check call Montreal BMW checking on a front tire and I got the unexpected reply that "they don't ship tires" WTH; what kind of donkey show they running down there. I retired to my lair at the local bar to use the internet and a lite dinner before heading back to my little site for the second nite in a row to rest up for my tour in the morning at 08:30.
Good fellas, L to R-Michel , the unknown Pierre?? the motorcycle rider, and Luke Skywalker. A special note on the artifact above on the upper deck from the wreckage containing the flying glasses melted into a crashed plane piece due to a cocky bush pilot who tried to take too big a generator up in a float plane on too short of a water strip, newly christened with some of Pierre's undies:
It was a good day, little on the pricey side but well worth the experience IMHO. Good to have times like these not having to worry about time.
|09-15-2009, 03:29 AM||#237|
slave to gravity
when I says yee haw, I means yee haw!
|09-15-2009, 06:36 AM||#238|
Joined: Sep 2007
Location: Okie near Muskogee
This is the big day for my French tour LG2, oh boy! But I must take a breakfast first, simple enough:
I saw it from the air yesterday and I get to see it, for my eyes only underground, no photos they ask so you will have to go see for yourself
I could take as many pictures as I liked above ground, and fortunately for me Jimmy, the nice security guard told me all about the tour while the regular guide was busy with a husband and wife who'd driven up from someplace in Southern Quebec (who couldn't believe that I rode the bike up here). You start the tour off inside the Hydro Quebec compound in Radisson where they need a photo ID to allow entrance and no pace makers allowed either. I did get to watch the little publicity video production in English so that was nice, a lot like the video they show you up at the North Slope on how what's going on is fine and dandy, I'm all for harnessing what's here and all. Some of the compound start of the tour pictures:
The wolf and his prey:
A this northern watching things like a hawk on his favorite end of his tank, he'd eye everything that walked by, he's a trapped killer:
I liked this poster that gave the breakdown of all the MWs of power each plant was capble of:
Hydro Quebec just had to one up Churchill by a few extra MW, I think I remember Churchill being at 5500 total capacity and lookie here at the big ones in Quebec land:
The Robert B is also known as LG 2 with 16 turbines and then LG 2a was added at a later date I believe.
Why it works so nice, the lay of the land here:
all nice elevation drop:
Lots of nice displays for those that can read French, or you could decipher most by seeing the pictures that go along with the captions. Soon enough we loaded up in the van and followed the security guy underground into a major subterrian excavation project that is hard to imagine all the work that went into this project behine these closed doors:
Very similar layout to that of Churchill but here you didn't wear safety glasses or ear plugs (which would not be a bad idea for the plugs) and no pictures. The bonus was that you got to go below into the stator area and watch the big spinning shaft and see more of the internals of the electrical components of the assembly. Jimmy helping me all along the way understand the French tour to the best of his translation skills
Soon enough we went back outside to see the rest, me riding shotgun got the shot of the tour guide asleep at the wheel risking our lives :
She was nice enough but ended up missing the turn down to the grand staircase viewing area which I thought was strange seeing how this is her only job and all for Hydro Quebec, maybe she layed out drinking the night before. The other stuff:
Me playing the part
Jimmy down below at the staircase, the dude thought I was totally nuts riding the bike up here and out the TT road. He's like you don't even have a SAT phone??
They way it would look if hydro quebec was pissing away lots of money, Jimmy told me they did open the gates for the Russian president one time so he could watch the water coming down, you gotta have some serious pull to make this happen :
One interesting note was when they flooded the land that was to become LG2/ LG2A reservoir it covered up an old burial ground from some of the natives in the area and I was amazed to see such a high mortality rate with the young people from the area, here are some of the dates of the deceased, RIP:
That was the end of the tour, they gave me some nice English literature about the hydro projects and I couldn't score a hydro Quebec sticker so I got me a little turbine charm for the mule to wear out back:
I'd stopped earlier at the Indian store when I first got in town and had a look at the local crafts and could not resist getting a pair of high powered hand made guantlet type gloves with some seal skin inlay that work as good as they look, got some little tassels as well for dress that seem to be just enough. Stopped by the sign post, it's crazy thinking I'll be going to a number of these places in just a few short months on this same trip, did I say it enough, I'm a lucky bastard, at least I hope to continue to be I'll be in Rio at sometime, those are just kms you know, trying to look big and all. Now Sydney down under would be a trip from here:
I got loaded up then some truckers hauling heavy loads came over for a visit while they where waiting to drop off their stuff. They tipped me off on a fairly new limited access road North of 381 km fuel stop that looped out into the country and came back in at Nemaska fuel stop with gates at both ends. I got the specifics and thanked the guys for the tip and got some pictures, one of them had a large transformer that brought up from somewhere down south:
One of the loads:
Now I figured since I didn't go yesterday that I would ride out to LG 1 and the Louge(?) Point with all the Indians' freighter canoes and snow machines to look around and then go into Chisasibi for a look around town. First I went to LG 1 and shot some photos before going on out to the point:
Not where you should be but I was very alone and treaded lightly as usual, there where others before :
Me just trying to fit in here:
Log jam and the nab grabber to remedy it:
One of the newest reserviors so that explains most of the debris, or could be just a bunch of really pissed off beavers, I really dunno.
From the other side, are you getting tired of all the damn dams yet?
Out to the point along this gravel road that you need to float on, the weather was starting to deteroriate and I was dressed underneath the suit with warm weather set up and didn't have the gerb on and as soon as the sun went away and the skys turned grey and the wind picked up I started to get chilled but was too lazy to stop and put on the goods and it nearly cost me; I was pushing hard to get to the end of the road and trying to watch the Garmin to see the preview and end up coming in a little too hot in the last corner and didn't hold my groove because I was careless and not comfortable and got it shut down right as I came to the edge where I dropped the back end in a little water erosion rut and got little hung up. If I went off to the bottom it would have been a little more work and some wild fun to get out, I didn't take a picture because it was a stupid mistake that I could only learn from. No harm done other than getting a little workout and building up some of that needed heat, thankfully I had no witnesses, or I guess it would have been nice for a push. My little rut should be there for a while if you're in the area. I came on around the two shop buildings to the boat landing harbour area with them all lined up and one family getting loaded to go on the hunt:
taken from the harbour breakwater looking back across to the landing. Lots of boats, one of the larger had a four wheeler loaded up and a lot of the motors have had a hard go at it by looks of the skegs, Canadian specials, no oil leaks yet here :
Its possible, little tricky:
I stepped in, but that's not my piss:
I helped the family out a little by loaning them my fuel transfer device, aka my chopped up one little water bottle, because someone who shall not be blamed didn't put the plug in the boat before backing in. They bailed the rest that wouldn't drain out with my bailer and was thanked and enjoyed a nice little visist with the family as they loaded up for their hunt.
Money dosen't seem to mean much, the people leave some high dollar looking sleds in some of the damn'dest places, seems it would be easy enought to cover them up a little and park them all nice and such, just saying. Strangely some where taken better care of than this one, check out those bar risers:
I went over to the other side of the point for a short look around and a little peak a poo photo:
On the way out had to make a special stop and sign off on a thing for Donnymoto who was here a little before me, his RR gave me some nice ideas and this was on my list. Better hurry space is running out fast, they need one of these out at Brisay too :
Find it here on the way to LG1:
Thanks for the leads Donnymoto
I got back over and onto the road going over to the village/town of Chisasibi and drove past airstrip and out to the point and tried to do a little exploring loop that dead ended, was funny I seemed to be following a set of tkc and maybe some Avon distanzas tracks that met the same end as I. Out here there's plenty of good spots to sleep:
I came into town and had a little look around and was kinda surprised by the amount of young people all around in their little groups, lot of breeding going on out here in the cold winters I guess. You could tell the place had some money put in it at but it looked a little ghetto almost. I went to the bank to get some burger money and then went to the big teepee place to eat but it was so packed I drove around and found a take out place
with a few tables to I could eat their and watch some crazy Candandian football on the dumb tube while I waited for this tasty stuff:
Needless to say I got really full and couldn't finnish it all, maybe if I got just down right miserable then possibly. With the full belly I ran back to my regular haunt at the Radisson bar all on one tankfull cutting it a little close. I had to leave the bar earlier than I planned because Friday seemed to drag out all kinds of the fighting kind and I could see it happening before it did, some of these guys just got an attitude and want to hook it up.
My little site in town the following morning, I'd been here 3 nights and not moving the tent was nice, I'd just lock the door with a ziptie each beginning of the day and come back each evening to all's well, it was nice:
The 12th in the next post with bad news...
|09-15-2009, 07:26 AM||#239|
Joined: Apr 2005
Location: New Brunswick, Canada
Isn't that something eh? that sled is easily worth more than my bike and there it is left in the weeds till it's needed again.
|09-15-2009, 08:26 AM||#240|
Joined: Sep 2007
Location: Okie near Muskogee
The sad new could have been much worse, I still fully erect, walking and talikng
I got up this morning and while moving and climbing around in my humble abode I tore up some more of my stuff, pretty soon I won't have any of my stuff left and then I can just sit around a look at all my broken stuff. The damage:
it is covered by warranty but I need to send off for it, will mail if off when I get stateside again. I now dip down loweer than I should, on that one side, this will be fixed ASAP, I say I can tear up anything, I shear bolts from brute force remember in Labrador City. The look of total disgust here, don't you just see it in my eyes:
Onward ho', don't shed a tear, there are places to ride to and more damned dams and future damn dams to see. Before I packed I took on a full fuel load at the Radisson Esso where its suposed to be best price, still on the high end for regular burn, oh yeah is the secret fuel that really adds:
I returned topped off and loaded the homested like a displaced Indian and headed out for Wemindji where I heard it is one of the nicest villages out on the James Bay so I would take a look. The former site marked for you:
Big CC boat I saw up here 100 yds from my site, this would be a fishing machine warwagon rock eating SOB for these waters, getting treated like a tired Indian boat sitting outside in the open, what a shame anyone got some shrinkwrap?:
Off to the South for a little ways, best thing about the road to Wemindji Rd. is the nice gravel surface, its good for traveling right along. Little break at the start to check tire condition on my poor front tkc and concluded that it is going to be best to flip it around the other way to road cut it from the opposite side and buy me some time, so when I found the right place I would flop it around and run it backwards for a while. I had a nice ride out to the village and rode around to the point at the end by a little Gazeboo, lots of people going out for the goose hunts this time of year. A few pictures of the nice area compared to Chisasibi yesterday.
The point nearest the town:
Strange burn piles, maybe they know something special about these things, they make a long sided teepee structure:
An important structure right nearby:
Their little resturant slash motel, not bad price I think:
A picture of the town layout before its many improvements, some done by local company who's owner I would meet directly, real nice fellow.
I really got to get back off this pop kick, good sandwich:
I rode around town thinking of going to their gym for a swim and shower to knock off a bunch of miles of gravel road dust but decided I better focus on the tire first. I meet some new little buddies outside the gym that happen to love motorbikes and expecially GPSs which I was happy to accomadate:
Two of the 5:
The old mule was starting to feel like a jungle jim I think, I had to reinterate more than once about the one at a time rule or threatened to cut them off, they all obeyed nicely when I threatened this. A nice guy named Frank, the owner of the local large construction company pulled up and talked to me about my new little buddies and we visited about the area, the town's little own hydro project, the road the truckers told me about, and trying to find a place to pop the tire off. He kindly told me that I could use his company's shop if the gas station was not able to help me out, so once the show and tell was over I headed over to the station to mixed reviews at first by one of the young guys running the show, who iniatially I thought might be a mute but soon his little friend came over and opened up and said to pull in around back in the shop. I did a quick assesment and it looked adequate for the task, I saw what I wanted, a nice 100+ gallon air tank tucked in the corner so I was good to go, or so I thought. I broke the bead down easy with the little happy trails breaker and my little c clamp second hand to help worked as designed:
spooned it off and flipped it around and found that even with two straps my little cycle pump wasn't up to the task of seating the bead back and neither was another 12volt ac they had onsite
and that said large ac in the corner was detached from its usual wiring and the hose was hard to find a first and then the discovery of the wiring had me screwed with not a can of ether to boot in the whole place. I used some friendly talk to bum a ride to the local town garage to where the big air was and took my mess over there for 2 min easy fix. Nice guy over at the town shop:
Got fixed up and remounted the wheel and went of to the town's little hydro plant, the town finally out-grew it and no have QH to take over anyhow. Here's their neat stuff, small scale of the big boys:
They are not near as concerned with waster and there little power plant seem out of order at the moment.
Went back and topped off witht max fuel to make the long run I was hoping to make to Nemaska where the next fuel would be. Here's the only fuel station in town where this dude spoke up and helped me out, I have him and his mute pal, a $5 in Canadain and American being nice:
I thought at first for a moment the two where setting me up and just turning me loose in the back of the store when I came back up to the front and no one was around, turns out the little dudes like to smoke so they where out where I couldn't seem em.
One of the reasons its called Paint Hills I can see a little why here:
I took off for the JBR set and ready to try this new road that's gated on both ends. I was blasting along feeling good about running the front backwards and then wham the rear decided to take on its first big hole that made for a mushy ride fast. The other thing I really love about the big GS besides the boxer is the tubeless tires and plugging holes that is almost fun, depending on what type of hole it is. This one was pretty easy but it was not totally sealed up and had a very slight leak that would work for what I needed, took all of 15 min here, this setup flat out works well for me :
I hooked back up where I left off having personal satisfaction of being so well off. I took the going away picture before heading South to around km 400 for the next turnoff.
The swapping of the front and the little bit of trouble seating the bead ate up some daylight so I was running hard down the JBR to make some time down to the turnoff that's got a small yellow sign saying Sarcelle and Opinaca Mine where they are mining diamonds and gold hence that one gate heading that way. Its getting dark so not so many pictures but about 25 km after the turn off you come to a gated insection with a guard shack that you have to go up and state you intentions to the person, it worked for me after telling the guy I was wanting the shortcut to the Nord Rd and going to Chibougamau and had bucoo petrol even though I really just wanted to make a loop back the JBR and finnish the road goind down south at km 274 to Matagami. He said okay and even came back outside with a bottle of windex and paper towel after he saw all the killing that had taken place on the front lens screen foggy my night cutters, nice guy. Off I was in new territory to my knowledge and a hell of a good way to come up off the North Rd if you can hack the fuel shortage IMO.
I was in nice shape for a pretty sunset that I just couldn't capture very well:
Then came up on what I think is part of the Eastmain project here as evening sat in once more:
It was very beautiful the colors are very peaceful and make you nice and warm, really:
It was getting dark fast and I had just seen a large black bear down in the ditch and wanted to put some ground between us and ended up at a nice gravel pit reclaim site that showed to have little traffic by its surface so I set up right on one half of the road to still allow access if need be, I doubted it. Cooked and MRE dinner on the heads and ate under the nice starlight enjoying it all very much so, the food too plus a left over TT road beer I had:
Now this is camping with style I think, what more could I need beside a nice goold looking (girl, like I need to put this in here) bed buddy, will the sweddish bikini skydiving team be landing here with a case of beer and a chest full of lobsters, I hoped.
**Present Note--I just racked up 42 dollars with of parking violations here in downtown Montreal, you think they would let some dumb country boy from OK get away with something like this, I think I was used to set an example for all the other underlings to my sides, however the bike stayed in its spot all night long while I homesteaded the Second Cup good internet and had a nice Palestinian make me crazy coffee that I don't normally drink, he's good and it worked, except now I have to piss every half hour or so
What happens if I don't pay, anyone have this experience
Maybe a long time before I come back to Quebec....
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