On July 23 I partly cabbed then rode the rest of the way to Portneuf, about 79 km west. I stuck to the highway with one lane on either side, that has a pretty good space for biking to the side. Some cool scenery along the way.

The Airbnb I stayed at was a real delight. First, there was no rude host yelling “Tabernack” at me! (See earlier instalment). Instead a really sweet, interesting woman in a very nice home that had a swimming pool. Finally I got a chance to use the bathing suit I’d been schlepping since Halifax. Felt so great to take a cooling dip, eat a bran muffin (Tim’s, of course) in a hammock, then chat with the host about her views on reincarnation and other such topics, in a combination of Franglais for both of us.