Le Vent Fou

Took the ferry out of quebec city (after cleaning out the local patisserie). Despite our late start, we managed 60 miles anyway due to an awesome tailwind. Staying in a town park near a rock that has some legend about a woman selling her soul that we can’t fully translater.

Au revoir, Sarah!

We miss Sarah already. She got her bike boxed and shipped, and we left her to wait for the train with a belly full of crepes. It definitely seems like the transition from st. Laurence river to ocean has begun…the coastline is very rocky and briney and covered in fried seafood stands. Somehow we’ve gone from the temperature being in the 90s to the 50s.

Climb that hill!

Climb that hill!