I ended up staying an extra day in Toronto and didn't leave until Saturday morning. I headed up to Mission Cycle in Angus Ontario. I needed to do a full oil change and I had ordered broken down and ordered a GPS.
I got in to Angus just as Mission Cycle was closing down but the guys there were super cool sold me the stuff, let me a borrow a tool and do the work right in the parking lot. They even disposed of my used oil for me. Todd is the guy to talk to there. When I was hardwireing the Gps to the bike battery I realized the some connectors had not been included in the packaging. Then this dude pulls up on a 690 and is like "hey, watchya doin?" I tell him my situation and he goes oh I'll go find some for you and takes off. Ten minutes later he shows up with a small package of these connectors from the hardware store and refuses payment for them. His name was Chris. It was awesome.
After getting the bike all back together I headed for Barrie. What a sweet little town, it reminded me of Boulder or Burlington. Tons of beautiful women, everyone was super friendly. I went to this sweet bar dance club place called the Mansion, the guys there were awesome, they had me sign a Jenga game, and come back that night for free drinks and dancing. Side note, a cop rolls up on me and talked to me about the trip and even tried to find a place for me to stay in Barrie. He was calling friends trying to find a place for me to put up my tent. I danced my ass of went back to the park where I'd stealthed my tent and crashed out.
Stealthed tent:
Here is the route I took:
6/9/13
Today was by far, hands down the worst day I've had in a long time. It started off great, woke up in the tent, said peace to Barrie and hit the road.
Zebras!
And Yaks!
So I took this powerline trail, it was sweet. Not too tight... flowly, and slowly it degraded and degraded until it was just a four wheeler track and I kept following it and then I started noticing dead cars and other random shit off trail, I though ok this is good I'm probaly getting close to where this comes out to a road. Nope I came up to a wierd little shack with a bunch of junk around it. Scared to get shot I didn't stop and just continued past it. The trail degraded further and finally stopped. I looked down at my gps. .98 miles to the road. I figured I'd push wack it. It was flat, no problem. I start bushwacking it with the bike and its tough, real tough, after about an hour I made it a half mile and i get to a beaver dam...
I stopped and scoped it. It looked deep but it was small. I decided to go for it. Bad call
My bike was Lodged in the muck, furthermore it was again hydro-locked. I stripped everything off, and tried to ratchet it out. No luck finally was able to get it out by spinning the back wheel backwards and ratcheting. Getting it out of the water took me about an hour and a half. Finally I got it out but it wouldn't turn over, I jammed a stick up under decompression lever and finally got it to turn over. Then it smoked a fuse. Then the battery died. I walked it along the damn and got it across along with the rest of my shit. I decided to scout the ride out to the road and carried my bags out to the road, then I came back and got the bike running using the choke. It took me about an hour to kick it over to get it running. It kept over heating because it was about 85 degrees. I think I killed about 600 horseflies, I was killing them two and three at a time. It took me another three hours to get the bike to the road. Then I went the wrong way down the road I came out on which dead ended after about 45 minutes. Oh well. First world problems.
I've come to two conclusions
First: Stay the fuck away from beaver swaps, and never go bushwacking again.
Second: This trip will not be complete with out me shooting and eating a beaver.
Here is me kissing the bike when I finally made it to the road.
Here is the route I took
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