Wednesday, August 13, 2014

Photo highlights

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They pack them tight on the Rimouski-Forestville ferry


Everything looks better from the inside of a motorcycle helmet (and sometimes without it :) ).

Emergency phone. A common site on remote roads in Quebec (usually every 50Km or so). I haven't seen any in Labrador, although the roads are even more remote (you can borrow a satellite phone though). Cell service? What cell service?

Manic Cinq (Daniel-Johnson dam) is huge and this picture doesn't do it justice. With it's arches it reminds me of an over-sized Roman aqueduct.
  
"Till", a coarse sand like glacial sediment, is the most common material in these parts. If it wasn't for the thin layer of top soil that taiga forest grows on this area would look like the Sahara. 

This land is BIG, no question about that.

The road often resembles Ontario Highway 60 through Algonquin park, but the scenery is better.

Churchill River used to roar over these rocks before they dammed it. Now it's just a trickle.

A steel grated bridge. A bike can get quite wobbly here, depending on the tires and the grate pattern. 


Majesty with it's car tire had minor problems only with one of many steel grate bridges. 

A rider left this jerry can at the Churchill Falls gas station. Free for anyone who may need it.

It's actually over 400Km of service-free gravel road between Goose Bay and Port Hope Simpson. No cell service or emergency phones either.

The definition of adventure: Taking inappropriate equipment to far away places. Majesty proved more than adequate for the task though. 

Sometimes the only choice you have is between rough and bumpy and soft and slippery.

Tractor-trailers are probably as common as cars on Trans Labrador Highway. Mine type dump trucks and graders are not far behind. 

The first view of the ocean from Trans Labrador Highway. They call this part Labrador Coastal Drive, but you won't see any of it until Port Hope Simpson, and after that only sporadically until Red Bay. 

Ready to hit the 540Km of unpaved road.

A look behind at Red Bay. The brown line just left of the center is the beginning (or end) of Trans Labrador Highway.



Her Majesty and the King of the road :)

This dragonfly decided to do a fly-by through my scene.

Three time zones in three days. that's how I like to ride.

Cobblestone-like patches become quite common south Port Hope Simpson. Some of those stones are a couple of inches above the rest of the road and can shake you up pretty badly or send you airborne.

By the ocean in Red Bay.

Dust gets everywhere, even in otherwise waterproof compartments on Majesty. Inside of the helmet too - don't wipe it lest you scratch the visor. If you are allergic to it, you better bring a gallon of Epi. 

Highly unlikely but willing partners. her Majesty and Eldor's GS 800.



 Wayne (the owner of Thickwood Inn, Cormack, NL) built this 80 foot deck from Juniper trees he cut himself from the other side of the road. No Home Depot was involved.

 Running away from the rain in Gros Morne. As it turned out, the showers kept following me closely for the next few days but never really caught up.

 Sunset over Gros Morne National Park.

Riding by the bay in Gros Morne at sunset.
 


Instant friends selfie.

 Gary, the owner of Four Seasons in Blanc Sablon runs a rescue shelter for cats as a hobby. This amazingly friendly tailless fellow is always ready for some petting.


Riding by the ocean side from Red Bay to Blanc Sablon. A welcome twisty hilly (and well paved!) break after 540Km of gravel.

 Arches Provincial Park, NL. Ocean water was worm enough for a swim, I wish I have taken a dip...

 Eldor getting ready for a nice meal at the Anchor Cafe (Port au Choi, NL).

It doesn't get much better than this. If it wasn't for black flies and trucks covering us in dust, that is :)

There are stretches where one can safely reach divided highway speeds. Just don't get carried away, it could cost you your hide.

The wilderness of Labrador is enchanting to me. It's remoteness just as much.

 Brown usually means solid and well packed dirt. Unless it's raining, of course.


This section was just laid down and had no chance to blend with it's surroundings yet. It's like someone rolled a thick carpet in the middle of nowhere just for me to roll on.
 There are several interesting places that can be reached from Trans Labrador Highway. I promise myself to come back one day and spend more time sightseeing.

 Some bridges are made of steel, some of wood, a few of concrete, but I haven't seen a single paved one.


 Aaaahhh, sweeeeeepeeeeeerrrsssss! :)

Big land indeed.

Inappropriate equipment in a far away place.
 
This is what most gas stations outside of big towns look like.

On the shore of Manicouagan reservoir, "the eye of Quebec".



Approaching Manic Cinq.

Never look back :)




 Her Majesty died here.

Saying my last goodbye to the machine that took me over Trans Labrador Highway better than any dual-sport could.