By: Paul Mondor
www.paulmondor.com
Jan 20th 2008 – Jan 21st 2008

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Jan. 20th
Goose bay, Labrador
-38 and with Wind chill it is -48

“Paul! Habille-toi? Tu vas prendre ton coup de mort!” « Moman! J’hais avoir chaud” »
“Paul Get dressed? You will die out there like this! “But Mom! I hate being hot!”
Out I would go skiing with dad in my jeans and jeans jacket with my back showing, while Bruno and dad are dressed like Eskimos. I would take major falls and spills, scrape the snow out of my T-shirt and keep going. This was nuts. My dad was worried but at the same time knew he could not make me do what I did not want to do! Time has passed but many things haven’t changed

This is the scene playing out in my head and the words ringing in my ears as I get outside this morning.

It is 7:00 when I get up. I am glad I stayed in Goose yesterday. The ride to here was scary to say the least.
As I get out the wind and cold hit me like a freaking wall. Frosty is sitting there all alone, frozen solid and I feel bad for her. She had to spend the night out, and she is the one doing all the work! Is it actually possible to feel for a mechanical thing what I am feeling? It has to be! If she bails out on me, this could very well mean my end depending how she decides to quit. The scenarios are endless and the outcome of every single one of them really spooks me. I have always been proud to say I am not afraid of being alone. But THIS gives a new meaning to the word isolation.
I decide to change the tape playing in my head because I know what it can do to one person. Doubts set in, fears sows fear and before you know it you make a mistake that is last. Out here IT CANNOT AND WILL NOT HAPPEN!

I walk to Frosty and ask her to wake up. I sweep the snow off her and break the ice of the seat. I am still convinced she can hear me. I caress her and ask to come to life for me. One more time again! As I hit the start button, she turns but will not fire. She hesitates a few times, probably because she has low grade in her ( I am sorry Frosty that is all I could find) and it does not light up the way it does normally. After a few tries she comes to life without a funny sound or anything. She is purring quietly in the cold Labrador morning air and I can hear her wake up just like I.
I go inside and start to load her up as she warms up. This takes about 15-20 minutes.

It is a ritual I have learned from last year!
I go in, suit up real good and take off! I am on my way to Tim’s. As I make my way there I know it is freaking cold cause I can hear the squeaking of the snow under my tires. I make it to Tim’s and as I get off, I realize within one minute that even with my gloves I can feel the cold. I will not go in and turn Frosty off, nor will I leave her running all alone outside while I am sipping on some decaf! I take a picture of her proudly idling inform of the most north easterly Tim’s in Canada and I take off.

Ice and nothing but ice everywhere! As I climb the first hills coming out of Goose bay I look at my thermometer on my tank bag and it reads -43. This will be the last time it will show something. I guess one year plus this cold is all the battery could take.
Within half an hour I am starting to worry. The cold is intense and so far I am ok except for my feet that I keep moving. But I am worried about Frosty and what can go wrong. I do not want to be stranded around these parts any more than the Pope wants to be caught in whore house!

I quickly realize I will have to stop every 15 minutes in order to do my cold bacon dance and move my feet! After doing this a couple of times I also know I am in deep shit in so many other ways it is not even funny!
First I have to take a leak! My suit is frozen solid on me and it is hard to undo the zipper. I will not take the chance and than break it. So I lift my coat, undo my zip from the bottom and “Holy crap! Where is it?” oh! There it is! Then quickly reverse the process. By now, my fingers a frozen! I put my gloves on but they are too cold and I cannot do what I normally do which is to tuck my gloves under my sleeve.
I take off one glove and put it over the muffler tip so the exhaust goes in and warm it up!

Hmm! That works! Cool! now I get back on frosty and within 5 minutes I have to stop.
As good as this helmet is it has one flaw. The mask sits well over my mouth but because some air makes it in in an otherwise sealed environment that is warmer than outside, a thin layer of crystals is starting to build up! I have to scrape it with my gloves every 2-3 minutes. Otherwise I cannot see anymore. I try to compensate by riding with my visor cracked open but within 30 seconds my exposed skin is stinging like hell! Stinging means frost bite. No good!
I develop another technique. I have some towels in my hack. I put one in my tank bag. When I stop to wiggle my feet for a few minutes I wrap the towel around the exhaust canister. After a couple of minutes I take towel, bunch it up and stuff inside my helmet (With my head in) and as I stuff it in I rub it on the inside of the shield and close it. The layer of ice melts. I wipe it dry and move on!
There is something special about the fresh smell of exhaust in your helmet, every half hour in the morning! Now the next time I stop my heart almost stops. My feet need wiggling, I can’t see and there is a puddle of oil under Frosty!
Remember my engine case breather return that freezes and sends the back pressure out through a vent problem? Well! I had come up with a solution which is to run an extra line of vent from the engine to under the seat and terminate it with a small K&N filter.
The idea works but with the mild weather we had I had forgotten to plug it in. Now what! I can take a picture with my gloves on but I cannot work small tools.

I need my fingers to unscrew small screws and to work my tools.
I am literally dancing on the road as I try to figure what is next! I have no choice!
I whip the tool kit out and state while I am leaving frosty running. As I work my way in my fingers get frozen. I walk back and heat them up with the muffler. Meanwhile I am dancing to make sure my feet are ok. The rest of my body is fine but the anxiety is starting to get the best of me. I drop everything and I walk away thinking things I really cannot print. One of them is “Where is the F%$#& help button?” then I catch myself and calm down. After about a 5 minute walk I go back to Frosty! She is spewing oil and needs me to connect that other line.

I get all the right tools out and one step at the time eventually disconnects the stock line and reconnects the custom one. Normally at home this takes about 1 minute the way I got it designed. But in these conditions it takes me about half an hour.
I cannot help but think how horrible it would be to be stranded in here! I have been on the road for 2 hours by now and have not seen a soul.
I repack my tools, reheat my hands, warm up my feet and take off! There is 285 kms between Goose Bay and Churchill falls! I am trembling because I have on what I have always worn. 1 t-shirt, my long sleeve military spec under garment and my jacket. Down I have one pair of sock and my long fleece underwear and my pants.
I have more stuff but I have nowhere to stop to put some more on and if I try on the side of the road I will not be able to warm up again and then only go downhill from there. Churchill Falls is still about 130 Kms away! At 70 km/h I will be there in 2 hours at least!
The tripmeter is showing 155 kms when the reserve light comes on! I have been making less than half the 88 MPG I normally have on average!
Maudit colisse de tabarnac de niaiserie de cochonnerie de colisse! Why don’t you give me a F%^$# break for a bit. I am not saying this to Frosty! I am just whining!

I pull over and untie the 2 gallons Jerry can on the side of the hack and I come to turn Frosty off but the key will not turn. It is frozen in the lock!
AAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRGGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHH!Tabarnac the AARRGGHHHHH!

I drop the can and walk away! “Calm down Paul! You will make stupid mistakes if you keep this up! It is all ok so far! Think! Think!” my spare key is buried in my luggage! And even if it was in my wallet I would not take my gloves off unless I absolutely have to.
Ding! Ding! An idea comes to mind. I take off the tank bag and as I lift up my jacket and reach for my zipper I say “Forgive me Frosty” as I am about to pee on her!
This will thaw out the lock! But I suddenly remember something. The guys at BMW Toronto gave me a little spray bottle of WURTH de-icer.
I reach in the left pannier and there it is! I spray it on and TaaDahhhh! Out comes the key! I was so happy I did not have to pee on Frosty! I refuel and take off again! About 10 minutes later my face is hurting!

Here is why! I have freaking popsicle growing out of my face! And they are stuck on my helmet liner as well! Every time I frown or something I pull my brows, plus the shield is freezing inside still and so is my exposed skin. How far to Churchill Falls? Still not t soul in sight!
I take this picture

And then of my face and the camera dies! The battery is fully charged from this morning and it is gone already! “Battery exhausted” reads the display!
Battery exhausted? What the F%$&# “what do you think my F%$# meter is saying you F%$@!& piece of shit! Let me show you exhausted when I shove you up some dead caribou’s ass so you warm up. I am out here trying to have fun and fighting this with al I have and you give up on me because of the little bit of fu…. Cold you feel from within the tank bag you ugly stinking piece of tabarnac de shit! $1500.00 for you?
“Calm down Paul! Calm Down! I am sure the animals who are hearing me scream from within my helmet are wondering! 2 caribous on the side of the road are having the following F5^&%$ conversation

Hey Joe! Isn’t that guy normally carrying a gun?
Yeah!
Why is he talking to himself and his camera?
Don’t know! Maybe it is a new gun!
I don’t know but if it is I do not think we are his target!
Yeah! You’re right! I think he sounds like he is his own target!

Something cool happened this time as I was talking to my camera. I realized that my temperature was going up and I felt warm! HMMMMM! I knew that!
So for the next 100 something kms I was dancing and screaming on my bike and in my helmet.
I made it to Churchill falls where I fuelled up and went to the restaurant at the Hotel.
From there I could see Churchill Falls pretty much closed on this Sunday. I wolfed down a bowl of turkey soup and a large French Fries with Gravy! I need the freaking protein!

I stopped quivering after about half an hour and I went down and got another pair of socks and a long sleeve sweater. Put my new life saving layers on and went outside. Damn! It cooled down a few degrees I am sure since I came in as the sun is slowly making his way into the Pacific.

I take off from Churchill Falls and as I ride past the Ultramar for the 4th time in 3 days the guys’ wave at me. I wave back and go back on 500 for the last 240 kms to Labrador City!
By now it has to be at least -45, -48. At least that is what the locals tell me in Churchill Falls. But I am now warmer and refreshed.
While I was having a quick light lunch,(Yeah! Yeah!) I reminded myself to not let the isolation and the thought of what if get the best of me.

Even though the thoughts were there I quickly replaced them with how lucky I am to be able to see this from my helmet’s point of view

Churchill River drained and sleeping

Sunsets that can only be seen and felt here at this time of the year. The magnitude of the TLH mixed with the isolation make for an experience that can only be lived. No words or explanation could ever come close to produce or duplicate what I felt as I was watching the sun go down on my cold world that night! I was reminded of Ian and Dad and how much they would cheer me for me if they were here to witness this.

When I stopped to take a picture of that one, which was to be the last one after my camera warmed up in Churchill, I sat on the snow bank and took a deep breath and started to cry! Yep!
There was something about the ice shining on the road, the sun disappearing slowly, the cold whipping my face so hard it hurt and the thought that all this could be taken away from me in an instant that soothed me. And suddenly? Calm came!
I am sure we all can remember a time when the rawness of a single moment carved a deep mark in us! A mark that leaves a scar! A good scar! A scar that reminds us how precious life is and how fragile it is at the same time. And that it is in this conflict of logic that we spend our lives deciding what we WILL do and WILL not do!
I looked up and I could feel my tears freeze on the layer of ice that had already welded my beard to my baklava as they fell down and I smiled!

From that mile marker on the TLH till I hit Labrador City I was in the moment and not it on top of me. I could still feel the cold but now I was lucky to be able to feel it. I still had to stop to move my feet but now I was lucky to be able to walk and to just that!
My back was killing me because the roughness of this road had beaten to a pulp, but I was happy to feel it and thinking that I would not have any trouble finding someone who is wheelchair bound who would give their life to feel what I was at that very moment.

Then it dawned on me! THIS is why I am out here! I have always answered “Why not?” when asked why I do this! This answer also included “To feel”.
As simple as that! To feel! As I rode I felt Ian and dad were riding right beside me!
And somehow I also felt like I felt last year when I said I felt “You” on the pillion seat.
Since this morning this 535 kms from Goose Bay to Labrador city was a challenge but at that moment it was more than that! It was something I had and wanted to enjoy because no matter how hard it would be, I will never go on ride like this again!
Amazing what the right perspective can do to one’s heart!

I made it to Labrador city by 7:30 where I met Wayne! Wayne is the manager of the Hewitt Caterpillar branch in Labrador City! He was driving on the road when quote” I saw these 2 lights thinking “Nooooooo This can’t be! And I turned around to come and see it myself!
As I was fuelling at the Shell on Premium ( I could hear Frosty say “Thanks”) Wayne came to me and started chatting and asked me where I was going and if I knew about the -55 tomorrow and he offered me to shelter Frosty in his shop for as long as I need and that he would give me a ride back to and from the hotel if needed!

Here she is with the Hewitt Caterpillar crew. Fine people! Typical happy going Labradorean/Newfoundlander! Thank God for them!

Here is Frosty taking a warm break standing in front of her grandfather 250 tonne dump truck 2000 HP Cat engine. I am sure she asked him all sorts of questions on how to safely use her power to take me safely home
I know she felt safe being guarded by him all night! This morning I fixed her up, lubed her up and thanked her again for carrying me through this again! I also asked her to rest the whole day because tomorrow will be the hardest day she will ever go through! The forecast calls for -50 again and I will attempt to make to Baie-Comeau.

We are going to sleep now!!

Jan. 21st
Labrador City
It is -55 degrees

Not going anywhere! How do you spell freaking cold ah yeah!

H——O——L——–Y S———H————I—————T!!!

That is how! I am sure you can freeze the balls of a brass monkey!. I decided to not go anywhere because this is too dangerous! Even people in here who are chatting with me say it would be too dangerous or insane (Same) to leave. I also have to be honest about the fact that I do not know what it would do to Frosty! Wayne the fellow who has my kept her in his caterpillar shop comes to get me and we go for breakfast! I tell him I am not leaving and he agrees 100%. I still go to the shop where I lube Frosty’s chain and check her out, then Wayne gives me a ride back to the hotel and after I take 2 sleeping pills I comatose till 5:00 PM. Mike Power the CBC radio fellow phones me and asks me to come over for diner. Great guy! He whips together a batch of Ravioli ad a Caesar salad, a bottle of wine (No I do not drink but somehow I keep being corrupted!
Great evening and great company! At 10 PM I go back to my room because I am leaving tomorrow morning. It s supposed to be warmer. -50 instead of -54C
7:00 Am comes in quickly. I look outside and it looks like frozen hell. I can hear the squeaking of the snow under the cars’ tires from my room! DAMN! I get dressed and I wait for Wayne. My little angel on my right shoulder keeps yelling at me to stay here and the other like Drift 10 keeps telling “Ah come on you Panzie!” This morning is one of these mornings where my pride is located in the wrong place. If I only wait till Thursday they forecast -24. Much better! But NooooooH I have to go.
Wayne comes and picks me up. He has trouble believing I am leaving but he still backs me up! When I get to the Cat shop they are all there waiting for me! Great bunch!

They have given me a nice Hewitt Sticker that I promptly put on Frosty! She is getting the one and only swipe of a clean rag she will get in the whole trip. Cat Sticker! That has to make her proud and feel stronger right???
As I leave the warmth of the Shop I hit outside and the cold almost take my breath away!

It is about 4 clicks to the Two Seasons inn and by the time I reach it I have frost on my brows. Holy crap! What the hell am I thinking? The receptionist had made me promise to come back to see her and take pictures when she starts her shift with Frosty and I. The least I can do is oblige!

After I leave the hotel I go to CBC radio where Mike wants to give me another interview. This time the folks at CBC Radio in St- John’s NL want me to compare the 2 highways!

I have to say that the Labrador Hwy in winter makes the NL hwy look like kindergarten stuff. The reason is the isolation. Both are incredible. Both are in Labrador/ NL which is hone to the most hospitable and friendly people in the world. We could all learn from them.
So after taking a couple of pictures I take off toward Baie-Comeau! I realize quickly what -51 feels like as for some reason a layer of ice builds up instantly on the inside of my visor! (I will come back to this later! It is 28 kms from Lab City to Fermont and it feels like 500! Oh Crap! I am not done yet! Right away I am thinking that my decision to leave might not be a good idea! But I can hear my little devil’s voice saying “Kam on! You Kan do it!!”
By the time I reach Fire Lake where the road criss crosses the railroad track for about 65 kms I know I am in for a hell of a ride. Even though my feet are not cold and neither is my body I am already shaking. It takes a while for my body to readapt after being stopped for 2 days! My wheels turn and the tires feel like they are made of metal. The Ohlins shock feels like it is a cheap one until it warms up. What amazes me the most is that the bike has not broken in half already with all the pounding and shrinking metal in that cold weather?
I stop by the mine entrance where they line the road with the big tires to protect the road (If you can call that a road!) from the wind and drifting snow.

It sure feels like -51.
As I stop and get off the bike I realize that my suit is as stiff as a board. When I left 40 minutes ago it was dry but somehow it feels like the moisture in the air freezes on contact and makes the material feel like metal.
I take off as it takes all I have to stop that long and stand this. Within another 15 minutes I cannot se anymore! The layer of ice is too thick inside my visor. I lift the visor to scrape it off and in about 3 nano freaking seconds my fingers freeze. On the tips. Oh MY GAWD! I stop and I put my hands in front of the muffler. HMMMMM! That is not too hot! I take off my glove and the exhaust is warm. So I put my hand in front of it wrapped around it as I also shoot warmish gases in my glove! Put my glove back on and I am ok! I lean over and direct the heat of the muffler on my closed visor! Dammit! Barely enough to make the ice melt. I scrape off the now almost not as freaking hard ice off the inside of my helmet with the towel that is wrapped around my camera in my tank bag and I heard my camera say ‘Es tu fou tabarnac? Prends ta proper guenille trou du cul! Je gele icitte aussi troupion!” Roughly translated? Take your own rag you asshole! I am freezing here too you moron!
This will go on every 15 minutes where I have to stop. Plus to make matters worse I have the sun straight in my face! I cannot see shit and there is hardly a piece of straight road! Scary! I scared myself silly or should I say shitless a few times. First! I am going down the twisties at about 20 km/h and I cannot see 10 feet ahead of me. I lift my shield, my face stings instantly; I line up the bike and go another 50 feet. Pretty freaking tiring! To be honest with you I should have turned around right there and then! So as I am about to reopen my shield again? I am coming to a railroad track but there is a train going by! I am about 40 feet from it. I hit the rear brakes as I have learned a long time ago that when you travel on the bike in winter you have no front brakes! But I am not going to stop on time. So I turn right and make my sidecar wheel hit the snow bank! This stopped the rig plenty of time ahead of the track. “Shit! Shit! Shit! This is what my vocabulary will dwindle down to for the next 8 to 10 hours!
I get off the bike again and perform my half ass defrosting circus again! By this time I have started my frozen bacon dance as well!
I take off again! The wind picks up, the drifting snow blinds me most of the time on a poiece of road where and when you need 100% of your vision. By this time my eyes are hurting and watering, my face is burning and I am freaked. But being the good moron I can be I keep going!
I have only about 100 kms done at this time so I could turn around! But nope! As the snow is blinding me and my senses are slowly fading away into a sea of blurred cussing and eyes balls feeling like your scraped nuts in a jar of vinegar I get into a curve and TaaDaah! Right in front of me is a rig in my lane! He has no choice! The road is narrow and he could not see me coming like if I had bee another rig! Plus I am the last thing he expects. I saw his hands turn the steering wheel to the left and I cleared the tractor. But I have another 53 feet of the 40 tons rig coming toward me and it looks like we are about to make contact. I slide my rig’s rear end away from him and then gun it! It pulls me away from the rig but in the opposite direction I am supposed to turn. I am thinking “I will be ok if I hit the snow bank!” So far so good my front end is clearing him! I think! I can see his wheels sliding as well and I am sure he is hoping as hard as I am! As the rear end of the trailer is going by me I am squinting and going “OHHHHHHH SHIIIIIIIIIIITTTTTT!” and I skimmed the tail end of it! I shit you not there was not enough room between his trailer and my handlebar to slide an ass hair. I know I can feel every strand in a puckering moment like this. Pucker factor of 9.89 out of 10 aside! This was too much! I stopped when I could on the side and walked around a bit. After about 5 minutes and talking to myself I kept on going. So far so good! 120 kms out of 270 clicks to Relais Gabriel! And another 240 to Baie Comeau and so far I have almost died 2 times. I am losing my sight, my nerves are shut, my body feels like it is carrying about 3 tons and my mind is laughing at me. Please God let me make to Relais Gabriel!
By the time I reach it I am beyond any level of exhaustion I have ever felt! I fuel my bike and than wobble my way in the restaurant in the Pourvoirie/hotel where folks remember me and are happy to see I made it. No one is freaking happier than me at this time.

Years ago I jumped out of a deuce and a half at 60 MPH while I was on an exercise with the army because I did not want to be in the field for 3 months. I preferred the idea of a broken leg than the idea of living in mud and tranches for 3 months. Well I did not break a damn thing and I stayed there! This was one of my memorable stupid moves in my life that I will always cherish as a major DUH moment. This was smarter than what I am doing and doing to myself now!
As I shiver of broken nerves and stress while I am having a bowl of life giving soup I realize my neck hurts. I touch and feel some kind of thick hard patch on my throat! I go look on the mirror and somehow I have a really bad frostbite right on my Adam’s apple!
Hmm! That will last a while! 4 days later I still have it! It is not as sensitive as it was before but now it is turning white. Healing maybe??

Anyway! I spend about an hour in Relais Gabriel and I put on one more pair of socks and one more layer on top. The guys who operate the grader between mile marker 200 and 253 take a picture of me thinking I am nuts! It is s a bit warmer in here. The temp has gone down to about -30 something. Not bad! But I am exhausted and I somehow decide to make it to Manic 5 Motel de l’Energie where I will fuel and have some food!
By the time I reach Manic 5 I can hardly see, my face is burnt and I am so tense I cannot stop shivering. At the cafeteria there is a bunch of truckers who tell me that they were all following me and that they knew at all times where I was! They took pictures of me as I went by. Hydro Quebec, Telus, and other workers are there! There must be 40 people in there ands we are all sitting close to each other where we laugh and have a hell of a good time! This was the medicine I needed. I handed out about 40 of my business cards and address and info to all and after a good bowl of soup. A serving of road camaraderie and a plate of laughter topped with a thick layer of care, I made my way out to Frosty ready for the last stretch.
By the time I am back on the road I am starting to talk to myself all the time. Pep talk I guess! The road is dark and lonely. The sun has gone down and I know I got another 3 hours to Baie-Comeau where a bed in Los Tabarnacos’s house is waiting for me! At times I am thinking that it is if I make it there!

The road is rough beyond anything I have ever done. Every bump sends a radiating pain down my back. My back is in so much pain I know that I cannot get off my bike anymore. All I can do is wiggle a bit; suck in my abdominal muscles for a few seconds to alleviate the pressure off my spine.
Rene (Los Tabarnacos) has asked me to send a “I am OK” signal when I reach manic 2 so he can meet me at the Labrador road entrance and escort me home. I sure hope he will be there.
1 kilometre at the time I am coming up and down that road. By the time I have about 100 kms left to do, it is a battle of the mind over the body! Anyone who knows me will tell you! I can take pain! And I can heal from anything very quickly! But now at 6 PM in the middle of this I am not sure anymore!

I have started crying a while ago! At time si have to stop, walk around and wipe my eyes because I cannot see because of the ice! I suddenly realized when I took my helmet off in the middle of nowhere to shock me and wake me up that I forgot to put my paper filter in my breathing mask. And that as I breathe new air in, the moisture/water that is sitting in my mask, comes backing my mask and crystallizes causing it to stick to the warm plastic inside my shield and build up.
After standing on the road with no helmet for about 5 minutes I have enough. I have stopped crying and I have to put it back on!
I am shocked enough to last abut 10 minutes then I start balling and shaking again!

I HAVE REACHED MY LIMITS AND ANYYHING MORE THAN THIS FOR ME IS UNKNOWN TERRITORY.
My body is slowly shutting down! I can feel my guts cooling off! This is not good because in times of cold and stress the body redirects all blood flow to the core for the organs to function. My feet and fingers are not frozen but they are numb and I KNOW I AM SHUTTING DOWN! The exhaustion finally got to me. By the time I realize this I have about an hour to go and it is hard to keep telling myself “Come on Paul! You can make it! “Don’t you dare give up on my you piece of shit! Not now! Wait! Hold on! You did not make it this fucking far to be found an hour away from your goal!
I know it sounds foolish and some (Macho) guys would not say this but I could not stop crying. If someone had heard me as they went by they would have forced me to stop.
I finally made it to the intersection of 389 where Rene was! He saw quickly as I was crying and barely hanging on that we had to go home now! He said “Hold on a bit longer buddy! We are almost there! (Shit I am crying as I write this!)
When I got to Rene’s driveway there was police cruiser with his siren on behind me! I turned off Frosty. Collapsed on the tank bag and sobbed like a baby. I was shaking, shivering out of control. This lasted about 5- 10 minutes while Rene was talking to the police officers who where 2 young officers. Nice guys! They were just wondering about this nut out here in the cold at night.
When I got off Frosty I could not climb the stairs I was in such pain! I made it in and Rene took my boots off. I sat in the stairs and fell on my back in the entrance way with my back in the snow and THAT IS ALL SHE WROTE!

I stayed up for an hour having nice hot coffee and out in the coma I went.
I will write about my trip to Joliette later.

One word of advice! You want to do this trip in winter?? Don’t!

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