Day 12 Victoriaville, QC to Iroquois, ON

I woke up this morning with my metaphorical battery fully recharged. Suzie’s literal battery on the other hand was kaput.

Only second to the jerry can, the most valuable item we brought with us was our jump starter. If we didn’t have that, this morning would of been ten times more stressful than it already was. With a bit of tinkering and fiddling, Suzie was alive and ready to ride in no time.

Luckily we had fueled up before stopping the day before, so we could give Suzie a good ride and hopefully get her battery recharged. After everything my beautiful bike has been through on this trip, a dead battery is a small price to pay.

When we stopped for fuel Suzie didn’t start again. From then on, we kept the jump starter accessible so we could quickly get her running with no issues. We were due some rain again but thankfully only for an hour. We hurriedly put on our waterproofs whilst this strange pizza vending machine blasted dance music and we were back on the road.

Now we were in Quebec, everything was in French which was kind of strange because I had to keep reminding myself I was still in Canada and not France. I took French at school and can understand a very small amount but not enough to speak confidently. We went to Tim’s for lunch (shock) and there was a lady shouting and screaming at the employees. From what I could tell she didn’t have enough change and was very angry about it. Honestly in this situation ignorance is bliss when there’s a language barrier. People like that are awful and shouldn’t be allowed in public. When it was my turn to order I left a nice tip to try to balance out the bad and good customer spirit level.

We didn’t get to stop much in Quebec as we were on a time limit to get back to work. We did get to ride through Saint Louis du Ha! Ha! though which was exciting because it is the only place in the world to have two explanation points in its name.

Our tourist stop for the day was the Saint Raphael Church Ruins. This is a big part of Ontario’s history as it is one of the earliest Roman Catholic churches in Canada.

The original church dates all the way back to 1788. Sadly a fire in 1970 destroyed all but the outer walls of the church leaving what now remains today. The Ruins were declared a National Historic Site in 1999 and attract thousands of visitors each year.

I booked a spot at the Iroquois campground for the night. As it was over the phone and we were arriving after hours, we had to guess where our spot was. I’m pretty sure we camped in the community spot as it was the only space with a picnic table, but with everyone being in motor homes, I’m sure no one minded.

The camp site was next to an air field and marina so after setting up the tent we went for a nice stroll.

For dinner we had chicken hot dogs and finished off the last of the marsh mallows. (My diet has really been bad this trip!) We were sad it was our last night but glad it was at such a lovely, peaceful camp site.

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