In June, I went on a road trip with my mom and a couple of her friends around Gaspésie. We took the 132 road all the way around, starting by the North side.
I was riding my motorcycle, while they were in a car. For the story, I've had many issues with my motorcycle before this trip, especially a battery charging issue that I was struggling with since the beginning of the season, that turned out to be a toast stator and regulator that I got replaced just before the trip. The motorcycle ended up running mostly fine for all that trip, even though a couple of times it died and wouldn't start anymore unless I push start it, turned out it would start again after a little wait, and while I could never explain those, the new stator and regulator were doing a good job for sure.
I ran out of gas only once, where I was glad my mom and her friends were close by in a car with the gas jerrycan I had to get the last time I ran out of gas.
However the speedometer died about halfway through the trip, which meant the odometer died too, so I lost track of the travelled kilometers at that point. Overall, I think the whole trip was about 2200 km.
June 19, Parc national du Bic
June 20, Sainte-Luce
June 20, Sainte-Flavie
June 20, Matane
June 21, Gaspesie National Park
June 21, Mont Olivine
June 22, Mont Albert
Decided to hike the Mont Albert, which was I think the highest peak around. It "just opened" the day before, and there turned out to be plenty of snow on top still.
There was a rope setup to climb the last part which was a nearly vertical snow wall, which was kinda sketchy as one of the poles holding the rope in the middle broke down so the rope was only attached to the top pole and was swinging around a lot.
A number of people seemed to give up at that point, which is why the summit was absolutely empty except for another climber that I saw from far away. It was also extremely windy.
The landscape at the top was the last thing I expected. It was basically an immense flat altitude desert.
It was absolutely empty other than a couple of mountain goats far away.
I then wend down by another path that did a loop to get back to the camp.
June 24, Forillon National Park
June 25, Percé
June 26, Carleton
The weather was trash when we arrived in Carleton, including the ride there, so I was pretty much soaking wet from riding for hours in the rain. It was still early in the afternoon, so I decided to go on a hike still. I rode my motorcycle in the rain on a long hilly and slippery dirty path to get to the start of the hike, where I prayed for the rain to not make the dirt soft enough for my bike to fall.
The hike turned out much longer than I expected, and I ended up coming back in the beginning of the night, riding in the dark still in the rain on that wet path to get back to the hotel.
Needless to say the weather was so bad that even though I went by a number of what were supposed to be point of view, there was literally nothing to see as the fog didn't let me see more than a couple meters ahead of me.
I still took a beer with me and attempted a couple of my classic beer shots at the summit.