A peek out the balcony door told us it was raining this morning. To the right of the photo is a mountain in the distance, and it was covered with mist, obscuring the summit. We got ready, went down to breakfast and hoped the skies would clear by the time we were ready to ride.
We had a special server this morning. The daughter of the innkeeper was helping her mom today, and as she placed our food before us, she said very sweetly, “Bon Apetit!”
We finished breakfast packed up our gear and headed out. The rain had stopped and the skies were soon clear. Even though we had begun our trip back to the truck, covering territory already seen, I still took lots of pictures. There were too many beautiful sights to capture them on the first time through. I took some repeat photos for sure, but I took more photos of scenes I hadn’t captured on the way down. We allowed ourselves a little more time to explore the areas right off the trail. In several places, there were pathways or footbridges down to the water level or across a stream. We took the time to explore those today, seeing the beautiful scenery from a different vantage point.
I noticed more wild blueberries today, though they aren’t quite ripe yet, more wild raspberries which are ripe, so I ate a few, and lots of wild asparagus. As we neared the town of Val-David, we met another couple at one of the depot stops and they told us there was a big farmer’s market at Val-David today with it being Saturday.
We pedaled into Val-David right around lunch time stored our bikes in front of the depot and walked to the farmer’s market in town. There was such a variety of produce, meats, and cheeses.
After walking up and down each row of vendors, we decided to buy some things for our lunch. We bought a smoked French baguette, a pint of fresh raspberries, a chunk of locally made cheese, Jimmy bought some kind of homemade sausage on a stick (which he made into a hotdog by putting it in the baguette) a 3 pack of cocoa balls, and some kind of green drink that the vendor assured would rejuvenate our tired legs and allow us to ride several more miles. It contained honey, bananas, and spirulina (which I just Googled and found out is seaweed? I had no idea…guess that explains the green color). It was really good. We paid for our selections and took them to a picnic table in a shady spot in front of the depot.
All of the makings for a fine picnic
Beautiful fresh raspberries
Jimmy made a hotdog and I made a cheese sandwich
Back onto the bikes to pedal the rest of the way to Mont Tremblant, where we will stay tonight. The temperature was warmer today than it has been, around 78 or 80 degrees, but still very nice with low humidity, but we were ready for a break and a cold drink. We came into a little town with a trailside cafe. We sat out on the deck, overlooking the bike trail, and the server asked us what we would like to order. He spoke English very well and immediately switched from French to English once he knew who he was dealing with. We asked about the cold drinks, not really settling on anything in particular. Jimmy jokingly asked if they happened to have brewed iced tea. (What is called iced tea in Canada is either a very fruity sweet drink with maybe a little herbal tea, or it’s a can of iced tea that’s about half lemonade and very sweet). He said, “iced tea? No we do not have iced tea. ” He said, “are you Americans?!” We said yes, and he said, “I always forget that about Americans. When I go there and I drink the tea, I say to myself, what is this? No sugar?” (Obviously he hasn’t drank iced tea in the South)
But he continued, “You know what? I think I can make you some tea. I’m going to try it OK?” He said, “I will infuse some tea, I will use a little lemon, and I will bring you some ice.” We said sure, that would be great. He left and was busy with a couple of other tables but every time he passed our table, he would say, just a minute, it’s almost done.
Before long, he brought out a tray with a pitcher of tea, two glasses of ice with straws, and presented it with a flourish.
It was delicious and so refreshing with the ice and lemon. It wasn’t American style tea, I’m pretty sure he used an herbal tea, but we couldn’t have been happier, and he was quite proud of himself as well. He said that was the first time he’d made tea, and he might suggest to his boss that they add it to the menu…for the Americans!
We finished up our mileage (around 31 miles today) with the boost from the ice cold tea, and arrived at our B and B, a beautiful place in the woods where we have a view of deer feeding out of a trough the innkeeper fills with corn.
We are out of town by a few miles, so we used a taxi to get to a restaurant in town, called C’est la Vie. We were seated outdoors on the deck and presented with menus. Our server told us they are known for their hot stone cooking, so we had to give that a try. He explained that we would choose our meat and that it would be brought out raw with a lava stone slab heated to 600 degrees F. Why not? It was a lot of fun and the server gave us pointers on how to properly cook the meat. The stone remained very hot throughout the meal. He recommended that we sear the steak on each side for one minute, then move it off the stone onto the wood and, then cut off bite sized pieces and cook them individually to the desired doneness. Surprisingly, they cooked very quickly. Also served with the meal was a selection of cooked vegetables hot enough to eat, or they could be caramelized on the stone with the meat.
It was very entertaining and absolutely delicious. I asked the server if this was a technique specific to this area, and he said no, to Europe, but specifically Germany. Lol! The meal included dessert and French pressed coffee (of course!). Tiramisu for Jimmy and sugar tart for me. I asked the server to describe sugar tart, and he said it is the most famous dessert of the region, he said it is like a brown sugar pie, so I had to try it. Both were served with a ground cherry on top, something I’d never tried before, but had seen earlier at the farmer’s market. He said ground cherries grow in abundance in the area. They were really good. Perfect ending to a lovely day on Le P’tit Train du Nord. (The Little Train of the North)
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