I spent the next two days running along the St Lawrence River on route 132. On the 13th it was raining, so much so that I had to change my shoes and socks after 15km.
While I was busy running, Majid and Mike stopped off at a local dairy farm and tried some unpasteurized milk, pretty much straight from a cow. They also managed to pick up some local beef and potatoes for lunch.
That night we watched the Canucks game 6 at Hagar Bar Sportif. There weren’t many people around and the pizza was more like stir-fry on bread. Both Majid and I felt sick afterwards but that could also have been secondary to the Canucks terrible performance.
We left after the first period.
That night I had a dream that we lost 9-0 and I was so angry when I woke up. I was actually delighted to see that we had only lost 5-2. Not good but at least we scored 2 goals.
The milk in my cereal that morning was well past due and I couldn’t drink it so we had to go to McDonalds where I ordered two breakfasts. Majid called a cab while we were in McDonalds to take him to Quebec City. And thus ended our time with Majid. He was great fun to have with us!
I started running and unlike the day before it was warm and sunny but my pace was much slower than the previous few days. My feet are starting to hurt a bit again. I’ve been listening to The Host for the past few days, and it’s starting to get kind of slow. It’s unabridged though so it’s 23 hours, which is good for about 4-5 days of running.
Just before we stopped for lunch, Mike turned into an angled driveway to turn around only to completely bury the trailer hitch in the road when he backed up. When I say bury I mean that the hitch disappeared beneath the concrete and completely carved up the road. Not sure what we were supposed to do about that. The hitch sticks out so far that there was actually no other way to get back out of the driveway. I was surprised though that in a battle between hitch and road that the hitch won.
W had lunch at a viewpoint that was quite nice and I was able to dry my morning running gear in the sun, which is good because I only have enough for tomorrow and there is no Laundromat in sight.
It was late when I finished running that night so we pulled into a random gravel parking lot and Mike made Kraft Dinner. This time he put extra cheese in it and didn’t cook it as long…. it was pretty good! I did find time to drain the huge blister that has been developing between my toes. I’m getting new blisters daily it seems, but this one is really bugging me so I decided it had to go.
Tomorrow I’ll reach Quebec City!
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