Along the Baie des Chaleurs

We rode an easy 50 miles from Bonaventure to Carleton-sur-Mer.  Since we crossed the St. Lawrence on the first day of the trip, we've been riding with water on our left, the St. Lawrence River, then a stretch open enough to be called the sea, the Bay of Gaspe, the Gulf of St. Lawrence, and now the Baie des Chaleurs, or Hot Bay, where Jaques Carrier first landed on his voyage searching for the Northwest Passage.  We are still in Quebec, but the French influence is less intense.  We see more Protestant churches, see English/Irish/Scottish names, hear more English spoken.  Carleton-sur-Mer seems to have been unable to make up its mind!

More nice road art.

The cafe where we stopped for a mid-morning treat was well decorated.  So was my café au lait, although a more modest portion than the previous day.

Almost every town has one or two parks just off the highway, generally with restrooms, water, and picnic tables.  If you squint, you can see my bike leaning against a tree.

We had a detour today because a major bridge on the highway was damaged in a storm.  Cars and bikes shared the first section of the detour, but then bikes got their own route on country roads with little traffic.

Our next ride may be wet.  That's New Brunswick in the distance.