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Roger Kenner
Montreal, Qc,
Canada 2001
I've gone well over 100 km today, this first day of my Summer bike trip. God willing, and only with his help and grace, I hope to ride west to Kingston and Toronto and the Niagara Peninsula, even as far as Fort Erie, on the shores of Lake Erie. I hope to ride along the St. Lawrence River, following the old Highway Two, except when I can escape it by taking as many bike trails as I can find. When I reach Lake Ontario, the source of the St. Lawrence, I hope to explore the islands to the southwest of Kingston, which I have always bypassed during my myriad drives to Toronto along the 401. Once past these islands, I hope to connect with something called "The Waterfront Trail", which should lead along the shores of Lake Ontario from Quinte West, past Toronto, and all the way to Niagara-on-the-Lake. At Niagara, I hope to ride the length of the Niagara Parkway, from Niagara-on-the-Lake to Fort Erie. Finally, if Providence smiles upon me, and I have enough energy, I may return along "The Seaway Trail", which follows the south side of Lake Ontario and the St. Lawrence, up through New York State. I have up to two weeks to accomplish all of this.
Unlike my bicycle trip to New York City last Summer, my current trip has not been long in the conception or planning, nor in the preparation. My wife Sheryl had wanted to stay somewhat close by Montreal this Summer, as she was studying and preparing for the exam at Summer's end which would culminate her year-long study to be recognised as a registered herbologist. I therefore sought a direction that would begin with Montreal and head somewhere along the water. Riding along the water is important for me for I find it to be most soothing and refreshing. I could have gone down river, but I have been in that direction many times recently by car. Thus came the notion of travelling up the St. Lawrence, along the old Highway Two, towards Kingston and Toronto. Although I have been to Toronto countless times along the freeway, only once did I drive it along Highway Two, and that was back in 1976 and more than twenty-five years ago.
The furthest I had heretofore cycled in this westerly direction was to Cornwall in 1997. I remember on that ride that, while I waiting for Sheryl to come fetch me by car from Montreal, I continued even a little west of Cornwall along the bike trail,. I took the trail as far as the dam before turning back and leaving the yet unridden trail stretching on before me, calling to me. On subsequent drives beyond Cornwall, to Upper Canada Village, I would remark on sections of this trail where it ran along the highway.
For my New York Trip in 2000, I had prepared by training every day for two weeks. I would get up at 06:00 and cycle for an hour each morning. Although I should have done the same this time, I did not. I only managed to get in a couple of those early morning training rides. I did continue to ride to work and back every day, and once again I kept this up even through the Winter. This made for a daily ride of half an hour or so in each direction. Earlier in the Summer, I had taken a couple of day-long rides. The first was west to Ile Perrot, and around that island. The second was around the eastern end of Laval Island and up to Terrebonne.. I cannot say, however, that I have really prepared for this trip as I should have. May God forgive me this laziness and give me the strength I need to make my goal.
This first day I stopped at 16:00, which was rather early, but I wanted to give my knees and my body a chance to adjust. As it was, my knees were already feeling the effect. These last 13 km in Ontario were mostly along the South Service Road of the 401, not a very inspiring vista, and wide open to the wind. I've had a headwind all day. I guess I shall have to resign myself to travelling with a headwind, since I am riding west and into the direction of the prevailing winds. Over this last stretch I was going very slowly, riding in my easiest gear in the back and the middle gear in front..
The Glengarry campsite was a welcome sight when I finally arrived. I knew the route well enough to be able to count off the final landmarks: Just across the Ontario Line, Old Highway Two comes out to the 401 freeway and crosses to the freeway's north side on an overpass. At this location is a huge truck stop. Just before going over the overpass, one can take a small road turning off to the left which becomes the South Service Road. The South Service Road stretches along, straight as an arrow, with the highway on one side and fields of corn on the other. Distant trees hide the lake behind them. After an interminable time, I finally came to the first overpass that meets the Service Road. The Road curves far to lakeward, to meet the intersecting road coming down off the overpass, which ends at that point. Then the Service Road curves back to resume its former position along the freeway. Along the second leg, I passed the housing development of Greg Quai, which is always advertising on Montreal radio. It is a development for rich Montrealers who prefer to live in Ontario and commute, one where every house is served by both a driveway and a boat dock. Then, again after riding seemingly forever, I came to the second overpass, a replay of the first. It was a sign of hope, however, for I knew that Glengarry was not far. After returning to the 401's side, I passed a small conglomeration of houses, with an old convenience store. Then the open corn fields gave way to woodlands. Finally the Glengarry sign appeared.
I know this area well, for in the late 1970's and early 1980's, I used to car camp here at Glengarry. At first it was with an old Volkswagen which could no longer drive safely at freeway speeds, and so I was relegated to the very same route I had been cycling along. Then, in 1992, I made an overnight bicycle ride as far as Lancaster, and camped at once again Glengarry. In 1997, during my bicycle ride to Cornwall, I passed once more by this very spot.
| An Earlier Visit |
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Earlier this very year, I had driven by car out along this same road on an afternoon pleasure and antiquing drive with Sheryl,. On that drive I would make a stop at Lancaster. Indeed, over the years, I would look out for the familiar landmarks along this stretch of road every time I would drive west along the 401.
As I rode up to the campground office, the worry struck me that they might be full. Of course I knew better, for this was only Monday, nevertheless I get this deep-seated uneasiness about my night's lodging as the late afternoon looms, an irrational uneasiness which is instantly calmed once my place is secure.
It being Monday, they had lots of place. I was able to get a nice campsite right by the water, something I had never managed any of the previous times I had been there. It was a very pleasant site, with a great view of the water. There was a little path that led down ten feet or so to my own personal rock, upon which I could sit and look up and down the shore, and could put my feet out into the water. The gentle lapping of the waves on the shore was a pleasant contrast to the ever-present hum of the trucks on the nearby 401. For the Glengarry campground is nestled on a narrow piece of land between the freeway and the St. Lawrence, just shy of the Lancaster exit. Along with the 401 are the main lines of both the CN and CP rail systems, so the hourly train whistles would be a pleasant companion all through the night.
It did not take me long to set up my tent and explore the site. I took a few minutes to rest and relax on my rock, with my feet in the water, as I scanned the opposite lakeshore with my field glasses. At this point, from Valleyfield all the way up to Cornwall, the St. Lawrence is widened into Lake St. Francis, which is backed up by the dams at Beauharnois and Valleyfield. Although I was now 13 km into Ontario, the far shore would still be Quebec, as far as Cornwall where it would become New York State.
My load lightened by half with the dropping of my tent and gear, I set off to ride the last 2 kilometres into the town of Lancaster. The South Service Road continues, past the private campground right next to Glengarry, past the Ontario Welcome Centre on the far side of the 401, and past the weigh station for trucks, also on the far side. It then bends around for a third overpass. Here the Old Highway Two comes back to the south side of the 401, and indeed descends all the way to the lakeshore before turning and going along the St. Lawrence. There is the small community of South Lancaster, made up of a factory outlet store, a gas station, a Dairy Queen, and a motel.
The town of Lancaster itself is just over the bridge on the other side of the 401. Coming down off the bridge, Highway Two becomes the three-block long Main Street of the tiny town, yielding a few trendy shops, some older stores, a market and a tavern. The business section ends at the railway level crossing. A residential area continues a number of blocks beyond before giving way to open countryside. The road through Lancaster is the first north-south road west of Quebec which traverses Ontario all the way from the Ottawa River to the St. Lawrence.
I rode into town and, after visiting the market to get supplies, settled down to begin this writing.
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As I set out I was both excited and scared. Would I be able to do this? Or would my knees give out and would I have to abandon as had happened in 1999? I prayed to Jesus that he guide me and give me the strength I would need.
| Starting Out: Home to Valois Bay |
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It was a clear morning above, but hazy and cool at ground level. I would wear my windbreaker jacket as far as Lachine. I followed my usual route towards Lachine: Down Monkland Avenue to Westminster, and over St. Jacques and down the hill into Ville Ste. Pierre.
I stopped in Ville Ste. Pierre to top off the air in my back tire. The pump was very strong, and I felt lucky I did not pop to tire right there. At least, though, with the tire as hard as a rock, the going was much easier.
| Bike Path Along Victoria in Lachine |
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My bike was pretty heavily loaded. My paniers in back were full of gear and clothing, and topped with tent and air mattress and sleeping bag. As an experiment, which would end up working very well, I further topped off the back with a small cooler, full of ice and covered with a white towel to keep off the sun. All was held on with a serious rigging of bungee cords. In my front paniers, dropping to either side of my front wheels, I had dry food, fruits, and and extra 2 litres of water. On the top in front, I had a small bag for easy access to camera, binoculars, and map. As usual on my trips, the bike handled like a truck. I can only estimate that the bike and gear must weigh 150 to 200 lbs. I'd love to weigh it someday. At least, though, I personally was 35 lbs lighter because of the new diet I had been on since Christmas.
There were two routes I could have taken from Ville Ste. Pierre to Lachine. I could have cut over to the Lachine Canal and followed the bike path along the Canal and waterfront of Lachine, until I come out at the Lighthouse on Lac St. Louis. A shorter, less interesting route, would be to take the bike path along Victoria Ave. in Lachine, which also comes out at the Lighthouse. I chose this latter route, as my goal was to get on my way, and there would be ample time for sightseeing further on.
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I made the Lachine Lighthouse at 08:10, 45 minutes along my way.
| Lighthouse and Pier at Lachine |
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From the Lighthouse to the Dorval town line, one follows the specially groomed bike bath through the parkland along the Lachine waterfront.
| Bike Path Along the Shoreline in Lachine |
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| Valois Bay at Dorval |
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At the Dorval line, one is dumped unceremoniously onto Lakeshore Drive along with the cars. I got to the Dorval line at 08:17, after only 7 minutes along the waterfront.
The ride in Dorval is not so bad. The traffic is light. One rides past a large park, which they are just now grooming, and then along past houses that slowly give way to businesses, until one comes to Dorval Centre. Here is the end of the road that would lead one over to the airport and shopping centres.
Dorval Island is a tiny municipality of its own, on a small island off the shores of Dorval. Too small even for automobiles, it can be reached only by ferry. See the Notes on Dorval Island for more background.Past Dorval Centre, and a block or so more of apartment buildings, Lakeshore Road becomes entirely residential. There is a marina to the left and another big park to the right, then a few tantalising glimpses of water, and then finally the road crosses a point and comes out on Valois Bay. Across the bay, one can see the church at Old Pointe Claire. Heading up into the bay, the houses on the lake side give way to a narrow park separating the roadway from the water. After just a short ways up Valois Bay comes the Pte. Claire town line.
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I crossed into Pointe Claire at 08:35
Lakeshore Road in Pointe Claire continues on around the bay. At the head of the bay one is very close to the Highway 20 freeway, separated only by a spate of high rise condos. The road then circles out again, towards the far headland (which remains out of sight) All along this way, there are only the occasional houses on the lake side, so one has spectacular views of the water. The houses themselves are modest, but very nice to look at. Eventually, Lakeshore Rd. cuts inland to cross the point and climbs up to the heights by Stewart Hall. Stewart Hall is an old, stately mansion which has become a civic centre and whose grounds are now a park. Descending the far side of the hill, one comes to a stoplight at the end of St. John's Road and then goes past where the old night club used to be and into the Village of Old Pointe Claire. The Village stretches for five or six blocks and is made up of tinier, older houses, all clustered tightly together. The main street is lined with trendy shops and bistros. Right past the Village is the Beaconsfield town line.
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| Historic Church on Pointe Claire |
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I made Beaconsfield at 08:58, having spent just over 20 minutes crossing Pte. Claire.
Lakeshore Road was closed in Beaconsfield, and was completely dug up for major construction. There was a detour sign, but I was not about to head off on a long detour. I was certain I could nose my way through the construction on my bike, and this proved to be true.
Once into Beaconsfield, the town fathers would have most traffic take a sharp right and follow Beaconsfield Boulevard inland. Beaconsfield Boulevard becomes a very busy and uninteresting artery. A small turn off to the left at the same point, however, allows one to continue along the old Lakeshore Rd, through an area of ever finer houses, and past the Beaconsfield Marina. At a certain point, a lane reserved for cyclists only begins. At the end of this short way is St. James Park, a very nice waterfront park, set down the hill from the roadway. I often stop here as I pass this way. This time, however, all the benches were taken, so I stopped at the creek outlet at the far end of the park, at the foot of St. Charles Road.
| At the foot of St. Charles Boulevard |
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It was 09:05, and was time to call Sheryl for my 09:00 check-in. I stopped for 5 minutes to relax and stretch. I gauged the sun and decided it was time to put on my sun-screen. I took out one of the oranges I had brought along, but it was very dry and I could not eat it. I pitched the oranges. I set out again at 09:10
The first part of Old Lakeshore Road in Beaconsfield curves around and becomes the foot of St. Charles Road. Half a block later, one is at the intersection of Beaconsfield Boulevard and has no choice but to follow it to go further west. This is a busy section of road, and in the past was one of the worst sections of the ride to Ste. Anne de Bellevue as it was all torn up and with next to no shoulders. Now that it was newly paved and they had provided for a nice, wide bike lane, the way was very pleasant. For a couple of kilometres or so Beaconsfield Boulevard climbs up and down gentle hills. To the right are modest houses, interspersed with schools, civic buildings, etc. To the left (lakeward) are either large, closed off estates, or very private cul-de-sacs with fancy houses. It is no wonder no one ever put a road through there along the water's edge.
At the top of a hill, with a school on the southwest corner, there is a road which descends a block or so to the resumption of Old Lakeshore Road. It is not marked in any way for cyclists. One just has to be in the know. Along this very nice and quiet section of Old Lakeshore Road is a marked bike path. Beautiful houses, on quite respectable properties, line both sides of the tree-lined, shady street. There are virtually no cars. This continues on until Beaconsfield Boulevard and Lakeshore come together again at the Baie d'Urfe town line.
| Lakeshore Road exiting Beaconsfield into Baie d'Urfé |
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It was 09:30 as I crossed into Baie d'Urfe. The wind in my face had died down and I was running in the middle gear of my five gears in the back.
Lakeshore Road is fairly narrow through Baie d'Urfe, and most like one imagines the old, unimproved road of yesteryear must have been. Thankfully the traffic is light, as there are no shoulders. All the way is residential and heavily treed. The trees come together over the road to give it a very shady, homey feeling. All the houses in Baie d'Urfe are pretty substantial, with some quite large estates on the lake side, but one is kept far from the lake by the immense properties and only gets a few glances at the water. At the certain point, the road comes up to the old town hall, a tiny, white, and very historic building. Then one passes by a large park encompassing a small bay, and passes by the municipal pool, which was packed as I rode by. Soon one comes to the old cemetery road and the Ste. Anne de Bellevue town line. I made Ste. Anne de Bellevue at 09:42, having passed through Baie d'Urfe in a record 12 minutes.
| Historic Town Hall of Baie d'Urf&ecute; |
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In Ste. Anne de Bellevue are the massive grounds of McDonald Campus College of McGill University and the McDonald College Cegep, which stretch for a kilometre or more along the lakeshore road. Alongside the road and through the campus grounds is a bike path, which one picks up right at the old cemetery road that forms the town line. I always take this bike path, which provides a very pleasant change from sharing the roadway with the cars. As it traverses the lawns of the campus, one sees first the on-campus housing of various professors, and then an excellent view of the beautiful architecture of the campus buildings.
| Bike Path along MacDonald College in Ste. Anne |
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At the end of the campus nearer the town, the path comes to an end and one must re-join the traffic, just as the road enters the built-up section of the quaint, old town. After just a few blocks of sharing the tight, narrow street, one can typically descend down to the waterfront boardwalk where, although one must dismount and walk the bike, the scenery and ambience are very pleasant. Frequently Ste. Anne de Bellevue is the objective of my ride, a ride I try to take at least once a year.
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On this occasion, though, I did not descend to the waterfront, for Ste. Anne was not my destination. Instead, I continued along the narrow, main street. Ste. Anne de Bellevue is becoming ever more of a tourist Mecca, and although most new development happens along the popular boardwalk, some is beginning to spill over onto the main street. Still, however, there remain a number of tiny, older stores from bygone ages when this was just a small French Canadian village.
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| The Locks at Ste. Anne de Bellevue |
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I had only recently learned how to find the Ste. Anne end of the bicycle path that leads over the highway bridge. One picks it up, unmarked, at the back of the small municipal parking lot which is under the bridge approach. There a ramp leads up in switchbacks to a protected pathway along the newer of the twin highway spans.
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Ile Perrot is the island just west of Montreal and is the location of some of the first of the off-island suburbs. The highway only crosses the northern corner of the island, most of which stretches far to the south and forms the western boundary of Lake St. Louis. The island divides the Ottawa river, coming down from Lake of Two Mountains, into two channels. One flows to the east of Ile Perrot, through the Rapids of Ste. Anne. The other flows to the west of the island and joins up with the St. Lawrence as it empties into Lake St. Louis at Beauharnois and over Les Cascades.
Ile Perrot is the large, still mostly rural island just to the west of Montreal. See the Notes: Ile Perrot for more background.I have been across Ile Perrot a number of times, mostly along the shoulder of the Highway 20 freeway. Only on my last ride to the island did I finally discover the quiet bike route which noses its way through the woods and suburbs of the northern tip of the island, north of Highway 20.
This time, however, I was anxious to put miles behind me, and opted for the more direct route. While it is somewhat intimidating riding along a highway where trucks are zooming by at 120+ km per hour, at least there is a very wide, paved shoulder. The authorities must be aware that this is the only direct bike link, as there are no restrictions on bicycles along this section. Along this way, I took the opportunity of taking a picture of my bike underneath the sign reading "Toronto-510km". At this point, it seemed more like a distant dream than a reality.
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At the far side of Ile Perrot, in the suburb of Pincourt, is a large, modern shopping mall. Stops at the Canadian Tire store in this mall, for last minute hardware, have become a ritual of many car and bike trips westward. The access to the bike path which crosses the bridge to the mainland is just behind this shopping centre, on the south side of the bridge. As usual, I cycled down from the highway along the exit to the underpass and turned left with the traffic to come out on the south side.
As I was riding by the shopping centre, I noticed the supermarket and decided it would be a good time to stop and get some additional food supplies for my little mini cooler. I had left with some ice I had taken from our freezer and with a large hunk of left-over salmon fillet. At this ten-minute stop, I raced in and picked up some cheese and a package of baba-genouj. I was a nervous in that I had not locked up my bike, and it was sitting at the entrance, out of my sight and loaded with all my gear. I got back to it as quickly as possible.
| The Bridge at Dorion |
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At 10:26 I was midway across the bridge leading from Ile Perrot to the town of Dorion, on the mainland. Again, there was a protected bike path across the highway bridge, although this time it was facing south. I stopped again for 5 minutes, first to take picture of the bridge and bike path, and then of the river below. The river was very shallow, but there was on narrow, marked channel for boats. I had an apple for a snack.
| Crossing the Bridge: Ile Perrot to Dorion | Ottawa River from Bridge - looking south |
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Knowing that I had only a few blocks to go before I would be turning off to the south, I decided to negotiate the sidewalks and parking lots of the roadside businesses as I made my way against traffic. The river curves up behind these first few blocks of Dorion, allowing only short, dead-end streets with a few houses to exit the highway. At the first opportunity, I took a substantial street that seemed like it went through and headed south through the residential part of town, away from the highway and along the waterfront.
It was a very pleasant street, and much nicer riding than the one previous time I had bicycled this way, back in 1992. At that time, being on the right side of the road, I had taken the main highway. Towards the centre of Dorion, Highway 338 exits left off the Highway 20 and heads south, through a somewhat industrial section of town. I have come this way many, many times by car, mostly to bring my son Alex to the Anchor Park in Pointe des Cascades, one of his favourite places for short hikes.
The back street I was on eventually met up with the same Hwy 338 at the edge of town. Just as I was resigned to riding along the highway as I had done in 1992, I saw another smaller road turning off to the left, to lead down along the river. I had noticed these when driving, but had never thought too much of them, for they just come back out to the highway again. This time I decided to follow the quiet road.
It was very, very pleasant. To the landward were country houses, while on the waterside were just tiny lawns and boat docks. Only a couple of cars would pass me as I rode along. The main highway was at least a few hundred feet away, behind the houses and some trees. As expected, my little street came back to join the highway, but then it took right off again to the left, without my even having to cross over to my own side of the road.
At this point, one can see a wooded escarpment running along about half a kilometre to the west, along the entire length of the roadway. Between the road and the cliff is room of one depth of a farmer's field, and all sorts of crops are represented. Then there is the two-laned, and moderately busy highway. It is cut off from the river view most of the way by trees, and then a row of houses. It is along the face of these houses, along the water, that I was riding.
The second time the side road rejoined Highway 338, it was for good. The escarpment had turned to the east and had cut off the valley. There was no option other than to climb the couple of hundred feet up to the top of the ridge. Across the road was a small development, with a new golf course stretching to the west, and clusters of new houses. Then the highway crossed the crest of the ridge, passed high above a creek and came up again at the town of Pointe des Cascades.
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I took the left turn into the town, catching a photo of my bike at the town entrance. It was 11:10. It had been 1 hour and 15 minutes since I had left Ste. Anne de Bellevue. Subtracting the 15 minutes of stopping time, it had taken me an hour's cycling to reach Les Cascades
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At this point, one is at the westernmost arm of the calm waters of Lake St. Louis. Most of the water of the former grandeur of the St. Lawrence has been siphoned off via the Beauharnois Canal, west of Valleyfield, and only rejoins the lake at the Beauharnois dam. The St. Lawrence Seaway follows this route. All that is left at the cascades is a modest trickle winding its away across the exposed rocks of the former rapids. And even here, what is left has been controlled by a series of dams.
The only other time I bicycled this way, in 1992 on a ride to Lancaster similar to what I was doing this day, I had cycled along Chemin de la Riviere. It was a quiet, pleasant and little used country road. The through traffic takes Hwy 338. Chemin de la Riviere goes right along the river's edge, past various dams and powerhouses. At the quaint, French Canadian town of Les Cedres, it passes along the waterfront section of the old town, and makes a sharp right at the old Church, to curve up around the now wider river, backed up by the dam. One passes by the historical site of Coteaux du Lac, where they have excavated an old canal for canoes and lakeboats that had been constructed in the late 1700's. Then that route enters the suburban streets of Coteau du Lac and one rolls along past the houses on both sides until one comes out at the road coming off the bridge from Valleyfield.
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On several recent visits to Pointe des Cascades, I had noticed the new bicycle trail that had been constructed along the old Soulanges ship canal. I had seen, as well, on an earlier drive this way, how they had groomed the shoulder of Route 338, from Les Coteaux all the way to just shy of the Ontario border at Riviere Beaudette. The shoulder was now marked off as a bike trail. I was debating whether I should follow my old route along Chemin de la Riviere or whether I should try out the new bike trail My memories of how boring the drive along Route 338 by the canal had been back in 1979/80 weighed on me. Was the trail along the canal going to be as boring as the highway had been? I pondered this, but finally decided to take the plunge and try something new.
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Just past the bridge and right at the trailhead is a small park and parking lot. Many cars were parked there, and several people were in the act of disgorging bikes and getting themselves ready for the day's outing. The Soulanges Bike Path is one of those for which the annual ARCQ (Association Recreo- Cycliste du Quebec) Permit is required. Funds from this permit go towards upkeep and grooming of a whole host of cycling trails across the province. Club organisers had themselves set up across the entrance to the trail like a customs house, making sure that all had, or bought, the required permit. At only $10 for the season, it is a worthwhile investment.
I added my 2001 permit to the 1998 permit I had bought for my trip along the Parc Lineaire du Petit Train du Nord and the 1999 permit I had bought for my trip across the Eastern Townships along a whole series of fund-supported trails.
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| My 2001 Trail Permit | My 1999 Trail Permit | My 1998 Trail Permit |
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| My Eastern Township Bike Ride | My Ride North Along the Petit train du nord Trail |
The full Soulanges Trail is 35km long, from Pointe des Cascades to Riviere Beaudette, but only on the first section, along the canal section for 17km, does the bike path have its own right-of-way. It turned out to be pretty straight, but not as boring as I had thought it would be. I was on the high ground, alongside the canal, and could see out over the orchards, pepinieres, and even people's back yards. At many points there were marshes below. A lot of trees lined the way, breaking the sun, and doing a fair bit to break the power of the wind which, as always, was coming in my face. Although I was not right by the river, I could often see it in the distance on account of my height.
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Just a few kilometres along, I came to the ruins of yet another lock complex, and so took a few minutes out to explore.
| Along the Canal: An old lock complex ahead | Exploring the old lock |
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| The view back the way I came | The old lock mechanisms |
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At 11:55, I passed the Les Cedres crossing. The town itself was a kilometre away, but I could see the steeple of the church I had passed in '92. A couple of minutes further along, I pulled over to a park bench to give Sheryl her 12:00 check-in call.
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I reached the Coteau du Lac line at 12:20. Right at the town line the trail passed behind the top of an old 1899 power station. It was a most interesting old building which bore further examination, so I took a ten minute break and climbed down the bank to get a full photo. The two-storey Victorian brick building was built up against the side of the canal. From the canal side it appeared as only a low building. It's full height could only be seen from below. From on high, though, one could look out on the river that it fed, taking water from the canal. This river flowed into the St. Lawrence and the old road crossed it on a bridge. I must have passed over that very bridge when I cycled this way in 1992, but I do not recall the powerhouse.
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Continuing along, I passed by a most odd concrete bridge abutment which was listing 45 degrees, like a sinking ship. . When built, it was probably the resting pillar for a swing bridge.
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Riding along the canal right of way, I missed all the houses of Coteau du Lac. Sometimes I could peer into their back yards through the trees. Across the canal, I could see that the way along Route 338 had become quite built up and industrial. I saw the KOA where my parents had stayed on a visit back in 1986.
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The canal right of way comes to an end as one reaches the town line of Les Coteaux. Before proceeding, I had to pass by another "customs" gate, and had to show my pass. It was 13:07. "Les Coteaux" is a new creation. Formerly, there had been the towns of Coteau Station and Coteau Landing. I guess these names sounded much to English for the Commission de la toponymie.
The lake end of the canal was most interesting. There were a series of abandoned, broken locks, with all their various pieces of equipment. The trail shifted over to a gravel road along the northern side of the canal. This gravel road eventually became a bike-only right-of-way again. As one approached the embankment of the main highway from Valleyfield, coming off the Mgr. Langlois Bridge, the trail dove right into the embankment through a tunnel made from a big steel water pipe, of the type used under bridges. On the far side of the highway bridge is a rail trestle. Dropping immediately out of the tunnel, the trail comes out onto a wooden, floating section that takes the rider out onto the water itself, and thus under the trestle. In the olden days, this trestle would have been a swing bridge, for one could clearly see all the rusted hardware to this effect.
| Broken Locks on Soulanges Canal Looking East |
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At its the far end, a campground comes to occupy both sides of the canal, and there is a private bridge linking the two parts. The Canal des Soulanges trail would have had me cross Route 338 and take off at right angles into the woods on the far side, to run alongside the Highway 20 freeway for some 6km. I decided not to follow it. I was right at the corner of where the trail meets Route 338, but was able to turn left and follow "rue principale" along the waterfront of old Coteaux Landing.
| Coteau Landing: On the Pier |
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| Coteau Landing: From the Pier |
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I came to the government wharf at 13:13 and rode all the way out to the end, several hundred metres out into the calm waters of Lake Saint Francis. I spent some time looking around at the lake, and at the shoreline, with my field glasses. I could see across to the far shore, where I identified the opening of the Beauharnois Canal and could see the pier where I had cycled on a day trip the year before. There were lots and lots of boats out on the lake, and a few ships could be seen heading into and out of the canal. I looked back up the way I had come, but it was already nearly impossible to make out the entrance to the Soulanges Canal.
| The invisible entrance to Soulanges Canal |
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Lake St. Francis is a natural widening of the St. Lawrence, much like Lake St. Louis at Montreal and Lake St. Pierre at Sorel. It is hard to know how much the control dams, many of which pre-date the St. Lawrence Seaway, have increased the depth and size of the lake. I imagine, though, that its banks have not changed much, for several of the town along the shore seem to have been there for some time. There are no "lost villages" such as those above Cornwall.
I found myself a nice rock to sit on and took my small cooler and a water bottle off the bike. My lunch was to be the big chunk of leftover salmon, with about 2/3 of the 15% fat content Mozarella cheese I had bought at the market in Pincourt. This seemed in keeping with my special diet.
As I ate, I looked out once again over the sun-glistened Lake St. Francis through my field glasses. I could see the hills rising up behind the shore, both the low, near hills, and the higher, far hills. I could even make out some details on the far hills, fields, farm buildings, roads, etc., though these hills must be as far away as New York State and on the slopes of the Adirondacks. What I could not make out, in the near haze, was the road I had ridden along the south shore the summer before, nor where I had first come upon the lake during that ride.
| Trail alongside Rte 338: Minibridge |
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My lunch break was half an hour altogether and I was on my way again at 13:45. I rode along the shoulder of the main road, Route 338. The bike path had left the road, to make its 6 kilometre loop one kilometre to the north. I was riding on a narrow stretch of highway with no shoulder. Still I was content to be riding along the water. It was for this reason, besides not wanting to go out of my way, that I had given the loop section of the Soulanges Trail a pass
| Marsh inlet - from bridge |
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I was riding through the town of St. Zotique, a narrow community that stretches lengthwise along the shoreline. Between the road and the lake were people's summer cottages. On the land side was a single row of houses and businesses behind which were trees.
I was at the St. Zotique town centre by 14:00.
Along the way, the bike path had rejoined the highway, as a new lane on the north side. I went through marshland and crossed several creeks that wound inland and offered an open-water glimpse, although covered with floating algae, into the sea of reeds to the north. On the river side were a number of small communities where people had boat canals right up to their houses. The canals were like laneways, running behind the houses, with streets running in front. These sections were about six streets deep, and I could catch glimpses of the lake at the end of each canal.
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I could see a line of thunder clouds far to the south, but over my head it was bright and sunny. Earlier the day had been hazy and the sky had seemed very unstable. Now the clouds had coalesced, and around me they were tiny islands amidst the expanse of clear blue sky. To the casual observer riding in their car it would have seemed like the perfect day, but riding along Lake St. Francis I felt a distinct headwind, and there was little in the way of trees to block it. It was enough to push me to my -1 gear on the average, and sometimes up to -2, my easiest gear. Perhaps my energy level was beginning to decline as well.
I made Riviere Beaudette at 14:30. I stopped at Riviere Beaudette for some photos. At this point, the road crosses a bridge over the river and then climbs a sharp ridge that rises on the north side of the river, almost like a wall shielding Quebec from Ontario. The bike path ends abruptly at this town, which consists of nothing more than a depanneur and a few houses.
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This section of road just across the line, now called "Old Highway 2" is just a country back road since the 401 came into being. It angles slowly towards the 401, which it meets, and crosses over, at Curry Hill. There is a large truck stop a Curry Hill. I guess it is the truckers' last chance to stop and gas up before crossing into Quebec.
I reached Curry Hill just in time to make my 15:00 call to Sheryl. This was the first call where my cell phone informed me I was "roaming", that is, I was outside my own calling area. After the call I had to leave my bike outside and unattended as I made an extended visit inside. I hate to do this, but there is no avoiding it short of unloading everything and locking it up. I was very nervous and was glad to get back outside. All in all, I took a ten minute break at Curry Hill.
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| Along the 401: Toronto 457km |
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Where the old Highway Two crosses over to the north side of the 401, there is a small turn off to the left for the "South Service Road". This section is a killer, for it seems never to end. It runs right along the 401, out in treeless open country, with the river only visible from time to time to the left.
I was now plodding along in my -2 gear and facing a strong headwind. Any thought I might have entertained of going on to Long Sault that day was given up at this point. I passed a sign on the 401 that showed Toronto to be yet another 457km, with Cornwall to be 36km. Earlier on, while crossing Ile Perrot, Toronto had been 510. So I had made 53 km as the cars would have travelled. My distance had been greater, however.
| The South Service Road |
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Along the South Service Road one must pass two overpasses before coming to Glengarry Provincial Park. I knew this from my previous rides along this way, both in 1992 and in 1997. At each of the overpasses, the service road curves far to the left, to meet the cross road coming down off the overpass. The cross roads each end at the point of meeting the service road.
| Glengarry Campround: A Welcome Sight! | |
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| Glengarry Campground: Map showing site |
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My tent was set up by 17:00. While seting it up, I had a snack of 1/4 of the fine whole wheat bread that Sheryl had baked for me the day before, along with half the baba genouj. This bread would be my staple for many a day to come. It was just what I needed for energy. I also consumed a full bottle of water.
| Glengarry: My Campsite |
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| Glengarry: My Private Rock |
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Perhaps I over bought. I bought grapes, oranges, apples, yoghurt (low fat, but with sugar). I had to buy a whole bag of ice, even though my little cooler had room for less than half. What a waste! I buried my 600ml bottle of diet coke into the ice bag to get it real cold.
I tried to settle in near the railroad crossing at one end of Lancaster's three-block main street, but there was no suitable place. This rail crossing is very interesting as it is on the main line from Montreal to Toronto and so is very active. I had the luck to see a Via high speed LRC pass through, like a bullet. I saw these train headlights way down the track. They still seemed very far away when the gates came down and the bells started to ring. Then there was a ZAP and, with a large noise, the train passed by instantly and was gone!
I rode back to over to the other end of town, carrying my ice bag and the coke nestled within, and found a picnic table where I could sit down and watch the 401. I called Sheryl at 18:00, and then settled in to write, from 18:00 to 19:20, the beginning of today's account.
About halfway through my writing, I rode back to the tracks and settled into the terrace at the Super Mario restaurant. It was here that I had had supper and breakfast back in 1992, when I had last stayed overnight in Lancaster. I had grilled chicken and some fries and coleslaw and a coke and coffee. I continued writing from 19:30 to 21:00, eating slowly as I wrote.
Several long freight trains came through the crossing while I was eating.
At 20:45 I had to move inside, as a thunderstorm was passing by. I put all my stuff in the bike paniers into plastic bags, hoping it would stay dry. I had no choice but to sit inside and wait it out, as there was lots of lightning, and I did not feel safe riding in a lightning storm.
I decided I would call Sheryl at 21:00, as scheduled, even though I would still be in town and not back at my tent.