CYCLING PARRY SOUND, ARDBEG, BUNNY TRAIL - THE TRUE and NEAR NORTH - OFF DA RAILS

WEDNESDAY, JULY 24, 2013

After riding to the end of the road, I stocked up on supplies for the night and headed south via the Bunny Trail. 

 Tonight's camp would be on a rock outcrop shouldering the main CN east/west rail line.

Where the road crossed the track, I hiked down the track about 500 meters.

Here after the little road traffic there was died, it was just the trains, some late evening wolves's howls and me.

 Hope there isn't a derail.

The evening proved spectacular. In the clear and calm, it was probably five minutes in advance that you could hear the distant rumble. In another coupe of minutes you could distinguish the horn blasts.

Then with still a minute before the trains arrived you could see the faint lights.

Then with all the power it takes to move upwards of 250 cars, the once deafening calm is deafening noise. 

I would have cleaned up the inside if I knew I was going to post this picture. I guess to busy having a Philly/Ardbeg cheese sandwich.

 Calms between the storms.

 In between the trains, the evening and night proved eerily quiet. 

After checking with locals, they were wolves howls I heard in the distance.

 This I think is what's left when a moose and a train get together.

I said, train kept a-rollin' all night longTrain kept a-rollin' all night long

Train kept a-rollin' all night long
Train kept a-rollin' all night long
With a "heave!", and a "ho!"

MUCH, MUCH to my disappointment, I got up numerously during the night to take images but somehow seemed to delete them in the morning.

Had some shots were it probably would have been fun to see who was crazier at three in the morning when a passenger liner flew by.

COMING SOON TO A BLOG NEAR YOU:

- A HAPPY  ESCAPE
- TRANS ONTARIO EXPEDITION. HEADING EAST

CYCLING PARRY SOUND - THE TRUE and NEAR NORTH - I'M SO HOPPY!

WEDNESDAY, JULY 24, 2013

After reluctantly breaking Camp Quiet Bay(once here, didn't venture to far. Didn't so no bay, but it was quiet), I started heading to the recommended and remote Hwy 520 and The Bunny Trail.

As evident by the flag, this place was run by a couple transplanted from Switzerland.

There was not only a Swiss restaurant down the road. (Schnitzel for breakfast?) but I rode by a few 

Tyrolean style cottages.

 

  Hello Hyla.  I have taken many pictures of these Canada Post signs for your friend.

Will get an address from you one day.

 This to me is what cycle touring is all about. Talked to locals. Ate with locals. Traded stories with locals. The guys and the gas pump were as old as the building looks. Having lived in what's left of this town for all his life, he told me stories of the tail-end of the local logging history.

Off the chart.

Heading to "one" end of the road. 

You just don't find roads like this. Trail turned road. In the old days it was hell of a lot easier to go around a tree. 

Some signs of life on a lonely road.

As this Hwy 520 is in a sense a dead end, there are few services available. After 20 or so kms, I'll hit Ardbeg. End of the road. Here I'll grab lunch and grab some supper for the road.
Now off to the Bunny Trail and camp.