Back to the ride. Today was a loop ride, we left the Auberge and returned to the Auberge 58 miles/6 hours later.
Madame Boutin, Auberge Harris |
Every day the van, driven by whichever of the guys not on the bike with us, would stop so we could refuel. It was always nice to see the van waiting.
Notice the name prominently displayed. |
A seriously hungry group.  |
This was a very small place and we completely overwhelmed them. Except for Mark (Montreal Mark) and Joshua our French was pretty limited, as was the proprietor’s English, so it took awhile to order and get our food. It was worth the wait – not your run-of-the-mill ham sandwich – it was delicious!
Planning the next attack of the sandwich |
A happy and satisfied crew. (Sojourn photo) |
It was another hot day and part of the crew decided to skip the Michel Jodoin Cidrerie, but about half the group rode on. The miles just before the Cidrerie were hilly – my Garmin Edge said we climbed 1,019 feet Day 3 – most of that was in the miles to and from the Cidrerie. The wind was also picking up, unfortunately for us it was a headwind. The miles of apple orchards were beautiful. With scenery like this the miles actually just kind of melt away.
Apple Orchard of Michel Jodoin |
Once we got to the Cidrerie Michel Jodoin, we parked our bikes and walked inside to the coldest air I had felt in forever. I was happy – restrooms with running water and air conditioning – what more could you ask for. Maybe a little cold cider?
Betty and the bikes. |
We toured the area where the apple ciders and spirits are made then lined up for the tasting. Let’s face it, that’s why we were there.
Michel Jodoin Winery |
The sparkling rose’ cider was excellent, my favorite that we tried. The Michel Jodoin story is impressive and if interested, you can read about it on their website Cidrerie Michel Jodoin.
We left the cool and dark of Michel Jodoin’s and walked out into a bright, hot oven. A wise few of the group took the van back to the Auberge Harris, the rest of us headed back on our bikes. Betty was not happy.
The hills we climbed to get to the Cidrerie we had to climb again. Hot, windy and hilly – three words cyclists hate to hear – much less do. The hilly section ended quickly but the heat and wind continued. We rode through flat farmland with nothing to block the wind. Did I mention that the roads were terrible.
There were lots of turns, we were either going into the wind or with a crosswind. Never a tailwind I swear. If there had been a tailwind we would have flown – but it was not to be.
Mark and I ended up by ourselves and even though we had filled our bottles up at the Cidrerie, we were quickly emptying them. We rode slowly and on the rare occasion we saw shade we would stop for a few minutes. It was brutal.
Miles later, looking up the road we saw what appeared to be a mirage – the Sojourn van. Lucky for us it was no mirage, it was Joshua and he had ICE COLD WATER. He had dropped the group off at the Auberge and then came back to make sure we were okay and refill our bottles with ICE COLD WATER. What a guy!
He sympathetically cursed the headwinds with us, asked us if we wanted a lift then went off to find the others.
Refueled we were ready to take the heat and wind back on. The views started to improve as we rode through the Chambly Basin and then along the Chambly Canal.
I was too tired and too focused on getting to the Auberge as quickly as I could (imagining the taste of that ice cold beer) to stop and take any pictures as we rode along the canal. It was beautiful! The canal, beautiful homes and magnificently paved (and wide) bike path was like something out of a cyclist’s dream. It was simply gorgeous.
We rode alongside the Chambly Canal for around 10 miles then caught the bike path in Saint-Jean-sur-Richelieu for a few miles and back to the Auberge.
As we were getting off the bikes (Betty was dusty and tired) we caught a glimpse of the group that had either ridden back directly from lunch or taken the van back from the Cidrerie, at the pool looking cool and refreshed. We cursed them under our breath and went inside in search of Madame Boutin and her cold beer!
For the day, I rode 58 miles, avg. speed 12.3.
Read On: Sojourners by Bike – Day 4