Biking mountains (not to be confused with mountain biking) is sweaty and beautiful work. As last-minute preparation for my big, hilly trip, a cycling companion and I took three full days to trek north-west off of the island and up to Mont Tremblant. This was also an opportunity for me to break in my new, shiny bicycle, sadly leaving Slimer home (and likely feeling abandoned), propped up against my bedroom wall.
We left early Sunday morning and made our way off of the island, getting lost only a few times due to my superior navigation skills. Once we made it through the hustle and bustle of Laval we picked up Le P’tit Train Du Nord, an old railway turned bike path that would take us the rest of the way to Tremblant. Unlike the previously
traveled Water Front Trail, this route rarely took us by busy roads, and we (arguably) even saw more water.
The first day we made it through a handful of scenic, so-cute-it-hurts little towns, including St. Jerome, Prevost, St. Adele and Val David. It was a steamy day, and unbeknownst to us we were traveling the entire time at a slight incline, which made things a little slow. While we did not reach our target of 140km to Tremblant the first day, it was totally worth it because we found a cosy camping spot near St. Agathe des Monts:
The next morning panic struck when we realized at breakfast that we had mistakenly picked up low-fat instant cappuccino, instead of regular full-fat goodness. After risking a taste we decided that it would not do and, as hurriedly as two un-caffeinated coffee-addicts could (very slowly), we packed up our stuff and ventured onward in search of java. Fortunately for us, the town of St Agathe des Monts was a short bike ride away, so we lazed around town, refueling until early afternoon. Eventually we pulled ourselves together and set out the rest of the way to Mont. Tremblant.
We returned the second night to our first home by the stream and woke up to heavy rain. Lucky for us, the rain subsided before we had to pack up our gear and we were only hit once with a blinding downpour on the way home. Despite multiple stops for food, coffee and berry picking, we made it home before dark (ie in record time).
Number of deer spotted: 4
Number of poutines eaten: 3
Number of kilometres traveled (off-route wandering excluded): 290