Northern Ontario 2020, part 3

The next day started out with a cool ride up Highway 11, warming up to 19 degrees later in the day. I found the first roadside attraction that I had read about, just south of Iroquois Falls. It’s a 20 foot tall statue of a lumberjack, named Guy-Paul Treefall, a Canadian version of Paul Bunyan, sitting on a stump.

My precious with Guy-Paul Treefall.

After a quick bike selfie, I continued to Cochrane and found another bike selfie opportunity at the train station. As soon as you arrive in town you’re greeted by the town’s mascot, a large statue of Chimo the Polar Bear. This marks the starting point of the Polar Bear Express, the train that travels to the town of Moosonee, near James Bay.

Well hello there, Chimo.

I’ve never been this far north in Ontario before so I was really excited just being there. I didn’t stop to explore the towns I was passing through, but I can always return to the towns that left the biggest impression on me. I would always enjoy another ride to this part of Ontario.

Before leaving Cochrane, I stopped at a Tim Hortons for a quick lunch. I sat and chatted with another biker, Steve, riding a big beautiful black Honda Shadow. He was from the area and had some great stories to tell. Tim Hortons is always a gathering place for bikers, especially in northern towns, where they meet up in their perspective groups before a ride.

I continued west along Highway 11 towards Kapuskasing and stopped for a quick pic in the town of Moonbeam. I thought this was an unusual name so I did some research and found out that, as rumour has it, this town got its name from the pioneers who often saw flashing lights in the sky they called “moonbeams.” Those lights eventually came to be known as the Northern Lights.

Just another space cadet.

I continued west and about half an hour before arriving in the town of Hearst it started to rain. This town has a really interesting, unique wildlife display at the Visitor’s Centre, featuring two giant moose facing off against two giant wolves.

I stayed the night at a motel along Highway 11 and planned my next day’s ride and briefly considered continuing to Manitoba to visit friends in the western part of the province. But looking at a map and the distance still needed to cover, coupled with the drastic change in weather, I decided not to continue west and instead start heading south the following day and hope for warmer weather. Up ‘till now, the weather has been too cold to sleep in a tent. At least too cold for me.

After riding for many hours each day I was beginning to notice that my ears were ringing when I took my helmet off and was worried about potential hearing damage. I had intended to purchase ear plugs but every time I went into a store it completely slipped my mind.

The next morning’s ride was very cold. It was time to put on my cold weather gloves. They helped a lot but my finger tips still got cold and numb. The weather app on my phone showed the temperature as 8 degrees, but the temperature gauge on my bike showed 6 degrees. It was also raining and very windy. The wind was so strong that it kept blowing me towards the outer edge of the road and had to fight to remain upright. And every time large vehicles passed me from the opposite direction it was like being struck by a solid wall of wind. In cases like this I did reduce my speed for safety. I slowed down to 80km/h.

I headed south on Hwy 631 and experienced much less traffic and even some nice sweeping turns, which would have been much more enjoyable in better weather conditions. 631 ended at White River and I continued south along the Highway 17 to Wawa, then a scenic ride along Hwy 101, to the town of Chapleau. In my hotel room, I tested out the first bit of new camping gear: a laundry washing bag. It seemed to work well, better than just washing in a sink.

To be continued…

Northern Ontario 2020, part 2

After a quick breakfast and some directions to Parliament Hill and the Quebec border, I was back on the road. I was hoping to take a “bike selfie” in front of Parliament Hill but the area was too busy and I wasn’t able to park in a suitable spot for a good photo. So I continued on. 

The previous night I had discussed with my buddy, David, the most suitable place for a bike selfie at the Bienvenue au Québec sign and he suggested the Macdonald-Cartier Bridge. This bridge is a six lane highway and I was in the outside lane at speed, doing 80km/h. 

The sign seemed to come up unexpectedly, forcing me to break hard and pull over onto the paved shoulder. I had passed the sign so I had to reverse my bike to get closer for the picture. And since motorcycles do not have a reverse gear I “waddled” the bike backwards. As I got closer to the sign, there was a sewer grate on the right side so my right foot wasn’t able to reach the ground. I could feel my bike falling in slow motion towards the right and I envisioned one of the episodes of Family Guy when Cleveland’s house gets destroyed while he’s in his bathtub on the second floor, and about to slide down into the debris, yelling, “No, no, no, no, no, no…!”. 

I was so close to the guardrail that my windscreen somehow bent and ended up under the guardrail, forcing me to drag my bike away from the guardrail before attempting to lift it. A passerby stopped to see if I was okay. I was. A nice Police Officer also stopped and helped me pick up my bike. I left the area and pulled over onto a side street and checked my bike over. The only damage were the scratches on the windscreen and the tip of the front brake lever having broken off. My clutch lever broke back in 2018 when I dropped my bike on my first trip so now both levers match. 

I was looking for a route to head north, but somehow I ended up back in Ottawa. After some adjustments on my iPhone GPS, and a few select curse words, I ended up returning to Quebec via Island Park Drive. No “Bienvenue” sign was in sight. The weather cooled down as I rode north on QC-148, re-entering Ontario just south of Pembroke and continued north along Highway 17 and spent the night in a hotel in North Bay.

The next morning was much cooler so I wore an extra layer under my riding gear. This is where my jacket’s original thermal lining would have been really useful. Before going on this trip I researched some good Northern Ontario routes and found some nice curvy roads as well as some cool roadside attractions with good bike selfie opportunities. 

To the west of Highway 11, just north of Temiskaming Shores, is the scenic Hwy 65 with its rolling hills. But this was just a prelude to Hwy 66, which was very curvy and hilly with good visibility in most corners. That was a great ride! I have read that this road has been compared to the famous Tail of the Dragon in eastern Tennessee, which has over 300 curves in just 11 miles. There really is no time for sightseeing.

I stayed on Hwy 66 through the town of Kirkland Lake to the Quebec border, still searching for the elusive Bienvenue au Québec sign. Just before returning to Ontario along QC-388/Hwy 101 it started to rain. But! I was successful in locating the sought-after Bienvenue au Québec sign! 

After my pics at the Quebec border sign, as well as the Ontario border sign, I continued west along Hwy 101. I had originally planned on riding to Timmins, but it was already getting late so I decided to return to Kirkland Lake for the night, detouring south on the scenic County Road 672. 

As would be expected for a small road away from big cities, 672 was not paved, just packed gravel. I still haven’t gotten over my nervousness on these types of roads. This is where I had my first wildlife sightings, two beautiful fawns which scurried off into the forest as I approached. I also saw a red fox, not to be confused with Redd Foxx.

Just before this trip, the touchscreen on my iPhone was getting twitchy, in that it kept changing screens and apps and even zooming out while I was using Google maps making it, at times, useless for navigation. I also had physical maps displayed on my tank bag which I was forced to use multiple times.

While riding on 672 I noticed ‘911’ displayed on my phone. I pulled over and spoke to the operator and tried to ensure him that there was no emergency and he transferred me to an OPP Officer. I assured the Officer as well that there was no emergency, that I was on a motorcycle trip, my current location, and that I don’t know how my phone dialled 911. So the nice Officer marked it down as an unintentional 911 call.

To be continued…

Northern Ontario 2020, part 1

“After many months of planning and a sleepless night packing, we were finally on our way.” Those were the immortal first words spoken on a video produced by my friends and I after our first camping trip to Algonquin Park back in 1994. Although in the case of this blog post, there wasn’t “several months of planning”, nor was there a “sleepless night packing”. And it didn’t involve a group of friends. It was just the two of us: myself and my beloved V-Strom (my precious).

As mentioned in my previous post, I feel like a drifter. Like a drifter I was born to walk alone, as the song states. I have this restless spirit, this wanderlust, that I must have inherited from my father. He loved to travel throughout his entire life.

I returned from my latest contract on the ships in late July, 2020, after staying two months past my original sign-off date, and followed the two week quarantine protocol as directed by the provincial health officials, all the while planning my next motorcycle trip. My plan was to ride to Northern Ontario, and visit places I’ve never been to and camp along the way to reduce the cost of the trip. 

Most of my old camping gear, as well as my riding jacket, was outdated so I decided to purchase a lot of new stuff and hoped to test it out on my trip. I found out that I needed to replace even more of my old equipment as some of the items I took with me had outlived their useful lives. This is a task to be completed for the next trip.

My precious all loaded up.

My trip to Northern Ontario began on 1 September, 2020. September in Ontario, southern Ontario in particular, has historically been an extension of the summer. In fact, the warmer weather usually continued until October. With this in mind, I left the inner thermal liner of my new riding jacket at home but I did have layers with me that I could add if it got colder. Was I in for a shock. More on that later.

I planned on visiting some friends along the way that I could visit near the beginning of my trip. Other than that I had no actual plans or destinations in mind, just hit the road and throttle up.

I left Newmarket around 11:00am on 1 September, and headed north on Highway 400 to meet up with a friend, Brian, who was working at a resort in the Muskoka area, near Port Carling. The route took me through the scenic town of Bracebridge along Hwy 118.

I somehow missed a turn and ended up in the town of Falkenburg. After a brief phone call and rerouting my trip I headed south along Hewlitt Rd/Regional Road 47 back to Hwy 118 and on to Brian’s place. The ride along Hewlitt Rd was the first thrilling ride of the trip. It was mostly packed gravel and very curvy. I have this tremendous fear of falling and this made me a bit nervous as I thought the traction would be low. I practiced some of the reduced traction cornering techniques I learned from various websites but this road still made me very uneasy. 

It was great seeing Brian again, as it’s been a while since I last saw him. He was one of the original four who were involved in those Algonquin Park camping trips and subsequent video production. We had a nice barbecued steak dinner, had a few drinks, got caught up on old times, and talked about his job at the resort. We also watched some tv and he generously offered the spare room in his house for me to stay in.

The next morning, I was alone as Brian was already at work. While I was eating breakfast he came back to the house on one of his breaks. We chatted a bit and he suggested I make a sandwich for the ride. That was a great idea which came in handy later in the day. I loaded my bike, we said our good-byes, and I was back on the road. Rain was in the forecast so I made sure my rain gear was easily accessible.

My next destination was the east end of Algonquin Park where I was going to meet up with a couple of friends, Kim and Brenda, who were staying at a camp site, in Madawaska. The route took me along Hwy 118 through the beautiful town of Haliburton. It was a fantastic, scenic, and wet ride. 

Part of my route included Regional Road 523 which was partly under construction. There was a grader spreading fresh gravel on the road. I was allowed to pass but decided to wait and follow another vehicle. The traction was very loose and even though I stayed in the tracks of the vehicle in front of me I was still very uncomfortable and on edge. 

Upon arriving at the camping area in Madawaska, I decided to rent a small cabin so I could dry out my wet riding gear. The cabin had a bed with a mattress but no linens due to the pandemic, so I slept in my sleeping bag and realized that my 25-year-old camping pillow is one of the items that will need to be replaced. 

A beautiful sunset in Madawaska.

Early the next morning I said bye to my friends and left, heading east along Highway 60 and stopped in the scenic town of Barry’s Bay for a quick breakfast. After doing some research on this town I learned that there is a park, Zurakowski Park, that honours Janusz Zurakowski, one of the test pilots of the Avro Arrow, Canada’s own supersonic jet that was developed in the late 1950’s, but scrapped by then Prime Minister, John Diefenbaker. There’s even a replica of said Avro Arrow. This is something worth returning to Barry’s Bay to visit.

I continued along Highway 60 onto Trans Canada Highway 417 towards Kanata, a suburb in the west end of Ottawa to meet up with another friend. The weather was very warm, still summer-like, and I was hoping to get a chance to test out my new camping gear starting the next day. I spent the rest of that day catching up with my Ottawa buddy, David, had a nice dinner and he offered me the large couch in his living room for the night. I accepted.

To be continued…

A drifter.

That’s what I feel like. Like I’m drifting through life. I’m not one of those who went to school for multiple years to learn a trade or receive a diploma like most normal people, no. Over the years I’ve changed jobs often and luckily found one that I liked and stuck with it for 18 years and counting and have parlayed that job into a position on a cruise ship for the last four years. But being the impulsive person I am that could change on a whim.

I am fortunate to have a supportive and loving family and the best friends a guy can have. It doesn’t matter how long we go without talking to each other, the minute we do get together it seems like it was just yesterday.

This is my first blog. I’ve been wanting to start one for years, almost 10 years actually, but, for one reason or another, I seem to have been reluctant to do so. So ‘hello’ to you and thanks for reading. I have no preset schedule for updating this blog site, but will do so from time to time as the mood strikes.

I’m currently in Marseille, France quarantined on a cruise ship and have been quarantined for almost three months with no idea when I’m going home. With this pandemic it may feel like the four horsemen are coming, except in my situation the horsemen will be riding seahorses.

‘Till next time!