So i slept just outside Levis one evening, rode about 15 kms along a great bike path to the ferry which puts you right in the old port area of Quebec (looking up - UUUUUP!) at the Chateau Frontenac. The picture of Frontenac is as seen from the ferry, which was a very cool perspective, one i hadn't seen before.
I wandered about the old port for a bit, then
walked my bike up to the walled city, and got lost about twelve times. The old city is super cute, i searched for a place for lunch, trying not to hit anything too touristy, then saw l'entrecote saint jean!!! This is a resto that basically only serves steak frites. Leanne and I have visited their locations in Montreal and Paris so far, i thought adding QC to the list would be smashing. It sure was. Though the beer made me pretty heavy for the rest of the day in the heat.
After that I escaped tourist land and explored the real city a bit, which is also very cool. Found a pharma-prix, and
finally bought a brace for my knee (more to come...)
Then i left QC headed for a campground just outside Ste. Foy. I was following the bike path.
This is sometimes a good idea.
This is sometimes a
VERY BAD IDEA
At some point leaving QC, the bike path thought it would be fun to drive off the edge of the cliff... I encountered a VERY steep drop, complete with cattle gates to make sure cyclists can't go to quickly (kudos to the dude going UP this thing), AND STAIRS.
ON A BIKE PATH.
STAIRS
ON A BIKE PATH.
I take back whatever i said about a free Quebec.
The stairs (three flights!!) had a cute little trough on the side which you could walk you bike down. All well and good for a bike without 80 lbs of gear on it...
I made it down the first two fine. Then just as I was pulling my bike off the last one. The screw holding my front rack onto my bike busted in half. The bag fell off, the front brake went all wonko, and i lost the magnet attached to the spoke on the tire that tells the bike computer how fast i'm going.
I take back whatever I said about a free Quebec.
Surveying the damage, and the cliff behind me, i decided i would be fine to make it montreal. I could deal with all this there. There was no way i was going back up that hill in the heat to find a bike shop.
So i strapped the front bag on top of the bags at the back, stopped using my front brake, and gave up on the computer for a little while.
The day got better after that though. My campground was pleasant, and i made friends a couple cool German dudes driving from Toronto to Halifax. They made me a yummy BBQ dinner, we used my phone to get them up to speed on the world cup, and had some good drinks, great conversation, and a bonfire.
Great end to a mostly good day.