August 15, 2025
Much cooler this morning (51) and wonderful sunshine forecast. As far as the St. Lawrence watershed goes, the only area I haven't seen is the southside up river from Quebec City/Levis. Today is the day.
No traffic on the bridge this morning - my luck is already running!
I missed the exit to get to the river shore, but stumbled into the Chaudiere Falls Parc and stopped for a quick look see. This is nice.
Two BMW riders parked next to me were fumbling under the seat and I found out that one of them accidentally dropped his key fob into the engine area. Been there, done that. I held the flashlight and offered some encouraging moral support (in English none the less), and with both of their hands free, they got it out. Moving on.
As expected, this area is heavy in agriculture, no doubt from fertile soil in the flood plain and (realatively) moderate temperatures next to the river.
The apples are ready to go!
Strawberries and blueberries are still going strong here as well. The sweet corn and wheat is being harvested at this time. I love seeing food grow.
Rte 132 runs along and next to the river and the pavement in this area is in good shape.
It's about 70 degrees, and the air running through my mesh jacket is delightful. Yesterday, i cleaned all of my riding gear - it needed it.
This road is designated the "Route des Navigateurs". Every so often, some signage is offered to educate you on the maritime history of the river. I enjoyed reading about it.
I found this spicy (sort of) Genoa Salami at the local grocery - it's really good.
Don't hate me 'cause you ain't me....
In the US, boaters go by a saying: "Red on Right on Return". This means that when you are looking for safe harbor through a marked pass or waterway, if you keep the red marker to your right (green to the left), then you are going the right way in safe water. On this river, it's the opposite - the red markers are on the south side, meaning they are on the right as you are going out toward the ocean. I don't know if this is a Canada thing, or what.
It sure is a pretty river, though.
And a busy one, too.
The churches on this side are similar in archetecture and age to the ones I've seen elsewhere.
I stopped at this riverside parc to drink some water and this lighthouse was real cute. I wish it was open for visitors to see inside.
Not much traffic out here. Enjoying this ride very much.
Right on time, I see the universal sign of refreshment.

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I planned to cross the river at the city of Tros-Rivieres, but I was having so much fun, something told me to keep going a while longer. I stayed on Rte 132, but after 10 KM or so, the road started getting really broken up. I pulled over and decided to turn around and go back, but in doing so, I found this little road that was right on the river, so instead, I ran back that way, just to see something different.
What a great happenstance that turned out to be. in the middle of nowhere, I come upon this interpretive parc. From the parking lot, I can see this elevated walkway and decided to stretch my legs out a bit.
The flood plain forest here is really pretty.
All of a sudden, an older gentleman comes up to me and was gesturing for me to open my hand. I obliged and he gave me a handful of sunflower seeds (in the shell). I thanked him kindly in gesture as he spoke no english. I started to put a seed in my mouth, and he abruptly stopped me and chuckled at me a little.
He wasn't offering me a snack.
So at this parc, the birds have been trained to eat out of your hand.
For the next 20 minutes or so, I had a BLAST doing some of the best birding of my life.
They take a minute to pick the exact seed they want, and they fly to the nearby tree to shell it and eat it.
This Downy Woodpecker was a bit shy, so I put a few seeds on the handrail. He'd grab them there and then he'd find a place on the tree to store it under the bark. He was prepping for the winter and I had a front row view. Amazing!
What an awesome, unexpected experience.
The landscape in Quebe is diverse, robust, vast, and absolutely beautiful.
I get back on the FJR, cross the river at Tros-Riviere, and then turn west heading generally in the direction of home. No rush, mind you, so I take the shore road looking for more.
I love art. I wish I would have given it more attention when I was younger.
I did see a lot of motorcylists turn away from crossing the Saint Anne River and I thought it odd. Now I know why.
The ENTIRE crossing (400 yards) was this rickety grating that was TERRIFYING. By the time I realized what was happening, it was too late to even consider turning around. I slowed down to about 20 kph, put my feet out, and hoped for the best. The bike drifted a little left and right, and I resisted the temptation to neither brake or accelerate - just hold the throttle steady and loosen the hand grip. I got to the other side and pulled over immediately to check my drawers. That was not fun.
This crossing further down river was much nicer.
What a wondeful day.
I left this morning with only lunch, walking shoes, my camera, and my phone. I knew generally where I was going, but made ZERO plans otherwise, relying solely on my years of experience doing this. And in that time, I've learned one undeniable truth:
It's ALL good. it doesn't matter where you go or what you hope to see. It doesn't matter what you might miss. It just doesn't matter because it's all good. Ride more, stress less, man.
Kind of a cool way to utilize drift wood and give away some apples. I grabbed one to try it, but it was very sour. I think maybe this variety is used for cooking, not sure. On the second bite, I was ready to spit it out, but the gentleman came out to greet me and I didn't have the heart. So I ate it with a fairly insincere smile in gratitude.
I worked my way toward Quebec City, and contrary to Garmin's suggestion, I just grabbed the freeway back to the ABB. It was a few KM longer, and likely about the same time as the surface streets, but at least I didn't have to deal with so many stop signs, signals, and speed tables.
400 KM for the day - I couldn't wait to share my day with Tammy. I think we are going back to the bird feeding parc - she would love that.
Stay thirsty, my friends....