The hike was as spectacular as we had anticipated. It served to stall for time, but also to procrastinate our bike ride ahead. We weren't quite ready to leave the park, but we felt it was time to make some tracks. The mountain pass proved to be fabulously steep. I ran out of gears far before I had even crested the smallest hill and proceeded to push my bike up the mountain. Cars whooshed by, grinning ruefully at our trio. One encouraging fellow shouted, "Bon voyage!" as we neared the top. We breached the massive hill (after all, all descriptions of the Gaspe are "hilly" - easy for a car to say!), we prepared for the mile long, brake melting descent into town. No one could hear me but I hooted (and shrieked) all the way down, juggling the mixed emotion of pure joy combined with utter terror at my speed thanks to my heavy load. We are grateful that the roads are smooth. Potholes would teach a cruel lesson.
We prove to be quite the hilarious crew. It seems we are recognized by many, thanks to Chris and Sarah's ingenious panniers they constructed from bright yellow kitty litter bins. "Is for zee cats?" one curious local asked. While hiking the park, we met several couples who identified us as "the poor saps pushing their bikes across the mountain pass". Indeed. I promise, we are really having a great time!
More photos will follow later when I can find decent Internet. It's past my bedtime.