This past weekend I biked down a small highway I had not yet explored and ended up in Riviere Verte. The town was almost a mirror image of Saint Basile with its one main road, little Caisse Populaire, little post office, little church with enormous Jesus statue, deserted play ground and elderly neighbours waving to you from their shady porches.
As I got to the end of the town I turned off the road and biked through a farmer's field and nearly fell in THE RIVER! I actually found a way to get to the illusive river that I have admired from afar, but have not actually been able to reach. In previous defeated attempts there were always too many obstacles in the forms of: Weedy vines, sticky mud, swamps, cat-tails, icky icky icky tent caterpillars and relentless black flies (the glands on my neck are perpetually swollen from so many bites on these adventures of mine).
As I got to the end of the town I turned off the road and biked through a farmer's field and nearly fell in THE RIVER! I actually found a way to get to the illusive river that I have admired from afar, but have not actually been able to reach. In previous defeated attempts there were always too many obstacles in the forms of: Weedy vines, sticky mud, swamps, cat-tails, icky icky icky tent caterpillars and relentless black flies (the glands on my neck are perpetually swollen from so many bites on these adventures of mine).
I don't think this is THE Saint John river but I'm fairly certain that it flows into the Saint John. Unfortunately, I'm not sure if it's swimmable. If it is Riviere Verte (which would make sense as that is the name of the town it flows beside) then it's aptly named; green slime covers the bottom of the bed and the banks are surrounded by green fields (which I imagine, makes for a lovely mixture of pesticide and manure run-off). I dipped my foot in, it's quite warm... maybe if I'm desperate enough one day I will take a plunge.
A soft green bed for my tired bike.
The secret road to the river.
Bea,
ReplyDeleteIt looks idyllic, tranquil, from another time. Lovely pictures. Typically, I worry about your safety on the open road alone.
xoxo
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don't worry mom, these "open roads" are only as busy as, say, cavendish drive. Seriously, no traffic up here.
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