After a night of rain, today is at least least better.
No rain but the first bundle up with a touch of a northern fall in the air.
The limited services at best are definitely becoming further and fewer in-between.
I'll be packing a load as my indications there is only one possible re-fuel between my next notable destination at one hundred and thirty-five kilometres,
the Cree reservation of Waswanipi, Quebec.
There aren't a lot of signs of man but what I'll be seeing a are transmission lines originating from hydro electric projects along the James Bay frontier.
With a little wind assist, gels, luck, balls, aboriginal spirits, higher power, ..........
I've banged off 135k's.
Welcoming committee.
Trying to be as respectful being the odd cyclists out on the reservation,
I was going to try to be as least intrusive as possible and set up camp on the edge when I was befriended by this nice gentlemen.
He was more concerned about my well being than I being the unknown intruder.
Even in this seriously Quebecois region, after Cree the language of choice is English.
Glad as I was, haven't having a lengthy conversation with anyone now for a couple of weeks,
he wasted no time in first inviting me to stay in his outbuilding. (he insisted I sleep in the house)
He proudly but with a note of concern was the Wikipedia I couldn't have asked for about so many things going on.
(How do tell your gracious host I'd like to go to sleep)
Before I knew it, Johnny and his daughter were dragging this box spring and mattress and blanket and......
Good timing.
The night will see my first sub-zero night with heavy frost in the morning.
Upon my arrival, I was just catching my breath, charging my phone when I made new friends.
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