I will endeavor to get a few pictures posted as we travel. Follow us on my spot page at Joe's Trans-Labrador Trip.
Well, that didn't work so well! :-) We're back. It was a great ride, that I will try to recap with a little commentary and a few pictures.
What worked well for me;
• the bike, not one bike related problem, it ran like a scalded cat and was very good on the bumpier stuff.
• the extra gas tanks and the racks to hold them (great job Chuck),
• the Spots (although they were a little spotty due to power related problems) see tracks in the link above,
• the seats (thank GOD!!!), the Renazco's were great, I think I would have committed "sewer pipe" had I been on that stock KTM seat.
• some of the pre-planning for stops,
• the Hidenau K60's, no issues, great grip and seemingly good wear characteristics.
What didn't work so well for me;
• my rain gear, I was soaked, in what I would not consider a deluge.
• my boots, they did not make the trip back to Houston with me, they were soaked clean through and stunk. Chuck was gracious in dealing with the odor as I tried to dry them with the hair dryer in the ferry cabin.
• My rain proof gloves NOT! They were sold to me as rain proof and this was the first time I used them. They were not even close. I ended up using my thin layer leather gloves which actually offered more protection.
• The communication connection (CB's). We first notice a problem as we left on the bikes, Chuck was getting a lot of static through his system, we ended up leaving them off for the entire trip.
By the way, if anyone is contemplating trailering to Maine then crossing on bikes, there is a great little hotel in Houlton, ME named the Shiretown Inn (ask for Ann), who will let you leave your bike trailer there in order to cross into Canada without the complication of trailering motorcycles.
The following morning we got saddled up, turned on our CB's and found the would not broadcast more then a couple hundred feet. Chuck also had a terrible static in his. He had mentioned that his CB had come on without even attaching the ground. The conclusion was that Chuck needed to do some work on his wiring. Chuck also believes I have problem, but I am not sure he reached this conclusion. I will test mine with my Goldwing sometime soon.
Another border crossing, Maine into Canada. We decided to use a smaller, less busy entry into Canada to reduce the time spent waiting in traffic. Well, that's not how it turned out. Word of advice, being in a lot of backed up traffic at a border crossing is sometimes a good thing. The border guard was evidently, ummm bored? After taking our passports he signaled us to pull over for inspection. Normally this is not the rule, they check your passports, ask a few questions and BAM! you're in.
Usually I am the one that gets singled out and busted for something. But after asking for all of our states of residence, another guard asked "Mr. Thrall" to come with her. Under brutal questioning, Chuck was forced to come clean about his past history. Seems he had a run in with the gendarme back in the ' 70's and the paperwork had turned up on the background check the Canadians ran. There is a lot more to this story, but eventually, using all his charm, Chuck was able to sweet talk the border guard into letting him in this one time. But, I am thinking his debonair and suave ways will not translate well into OkaSpanish when we get to South America.
Due to the misfortune of the holdup at the border we arrived in Matane, NB just in time to see the ferry pull away from the dock. Pretty sight, but it would have been prettier had we been on the ferry looking back at the dock. Oh well, it's adventure right? We had a nice meal overlooking the St. Lawrence Seaway and a nice sunset view from our "cheap" hotel (nothing, I mean nothing is cheap in Canada!).
|A nice meal in Matane, NB|
|Sunset from cheap Hotel|
We were up a sunrise to catch the 5:30a ferry to Godbout, QE. It was a nice cruise with beautiful weather. We got sandwiched in at the last minute and Chuck was concerned he was going to have to make the entire ride sitting on his bike.
|Ferry to Godbout from Matane|
We arrived at Godbout, which really began our journey on the Trans Labrador Highway (TLH).
|Arriving in Godbout|
A fellow came out from a little store to ask about our bikes and we imposed on him to snap a picture in front of the ferry we had just arrived on.
|The road up to Manic 5|
Manic 5 the big dam on the Manicouagan River. Quebec has a lot of power needs.
|First Station on the TLH|
|Two riders we met going the other way|
|Could speak some English|
|No English at all but he rode a 990 Adventure that was all the common language we needed!|
|Kilometers vs Mile Per Hour|
|One of many stops along the TLH. Note the time remaining under the light.|
|A mountain created from tailings from iron mining.|
|Churchhill Falls Gas Station|
|Typical road, crusty and about 1 to 2 inches of soft top layer.|
|And SOOOO much dust. Dust everywhere from everything.|
|Taking a break along the road. Not many turnouts.|
|Proof that I didn't always ride in front of Chuck.|
|Part of the dock at Blanc-Sablon waiting for Ferry to St. Barbe|
|Waiting for St. Barbe Ferry. Gentleman on the right told us about the Viking Encampment on Newfoundland.|
|Blanc Sablon to St. Barbe ferry|
|Iceberg in bay at L'anse aux Meadows (Viking Encampment)|
|Chuck working the iron|
|Not Sure what Joe is doing?|
|Camping at Gros Moore Nat Park, Cowhead campground|
|Silent Witness Memorial in Gander NF|
|Silent Witness Memorial|
|Cape Spear furthest point east in North America|
|Port aux Basque to Sydney Ferry|
|Who is this d'Or person?|
|Igonish, Cape Briton, Nova Scotia|
|Stopping for some Chili, not real Texas chili though|