September 18, 2025
Beautiful stong sunshine this morning penetrating the patio glass door and I'm itching to get out and enjoy it. Today is no different than any other day. I have coffee with some light reading, and then I pick a toy and go play. I've already ridden the FJR once this week, but there is no law against twice, and so the fast bike's number gets called.
I wiggle my way around Sherbrooke heading east, and while waiting on a pilot vehicle at a road construction site, I was greeted with this little gem.
The fall colors continue to emerge and the landscape is changing daily.
I found this nice little ribbon of smooth pavement just outside of my destination.
Today, I will visit Mont Megantic National Parc. This will be my 8th N/P I see in Quebec, and all of them have been terrific. The parc infrastructure is top notch and well maintained. The parc brouchures are offered in English and do a wonderful job of laying out the land. I stopped at the Franceville Secteur and learned that all of the stuff I want to do is on the other side of the parc. To get there requires a 15 min ride on smooth dirt - no problem.
This is a beautiful area - it's just me and my horse out here today!
I checked in at the Mont St. Joseph Secteur and received a QR code to get into the gate for the mountain road. The grade is steep, but the FJR views it as childs play.
I climbed straight to the top, where there is an Observatory that is unfortunately closed to visitors for maintenance.
At the top, the view is quite nice.
I ate my lunch at the overlook and then moved over to Mont. St. Joseph. The colors here are getting more vibrant - as they are higher in elevation, and a bit earlier in progression than where we are staying.
Tell me the riding is good today without telling me....
At Mont St. Joseph, there is a nice network of hiking trails with varying degrees of length and difficulty. I told the Parc Ranger down at the station that I wanted about 6-8 kilometers, or maybe 2 hours. He suggested the Victoria Sud out and back. Fair enough.
Mostly conifers along the trail. Smells like Christmas to me.
The trail runs along the ridge of the mountain top, and the hiker is offered many points of view.
The cell phone tends to wash out the colors - it looks a lot more vibrant than this. I'd estimate it at about 35% now.
A few Canada Jays popped in to say hello.
I'd accuse him of giving me the side eye, but now that I think about it, that's kind of how his vision works.
What a glorious day for a walk. 65 degrees, sunshine, and the whole world is mine.
A long time ago, I wrote this and I still feel strongly about it every time I walk to an overlook:
"Seeing the world this way humbles a man. It makes him realize that in the grand scheme of things, we are all extremely tiny pieces of dust. Insignificant pebbles in a vast dessert of mountains, canyons, valleys, and cliffs. In the clock of life, we are here but a second. In that short time there is much to see and do, lest we miss out. We must make the very best of our second, wasting not even a fraction of it on stupid and trivial matters. We must take assessment of what is really important, and dismiss the rest as the nuisance it really is."
I'm just along for the ride, man....
Now backtracking to the trailhead, and the walk back is no less entertaining. I saw this display and studied it for a bit.
The parc has recorded the highest annual snowfall for the area. At times, it must get pretty deep here.
I found this "place of refuge", which I suppose is a way for users to get out of the cold storm. It's quite nice with a bed area, wood burning stove, and a table/chairs.
Eight kilometers later, I get back to the bike about 3:00 and start heading down. The air running through my mesh jacket is delightful.
I hesitate to pick favorites - every parc I've visited has been special. But this one is a top 3 for sure. I'll be back here before we go home.
But for now, let's ride places....
.... and eat things.
That's the parc in the distance.
Rte 257 is fairly straight, thankfully. It's hard to watch the road with distractions like this!
Par for the course, my planned route found a goat trail near Bury, QC. This one was paved, but it was so broken up, I couldn't take it. So I back tracked a little and then just punched the easy button - "home".
I got back to the ABB about 5:30 pm, 225 km for the day. Again - I spooked a deer taxing the neighborhood. I need to shorten my day trips and get home sooner - I'm pushing my luck a bit too much.
I threw some hamburgers on the grill for Tammy and I to enjoy on the patio. I'm done thinking that it "can't get any better than this". Every day, I seemingly prove myself wrong.
Stay thirsty, my friends.....