Day 3. So now I'm on to Plan B. With RT's KLR out of commission and me flying solo, I decided to abandon Algonquin Park and the Highlands. I got the hotel reservation in Huntsville cancelled and headed out for the town of Wanup, South of Sudbury. My brother retired there from Ottawa 6 months ago, so it was time for a visit.
I got away about 9am and there was no rush to cover the 170 kms to Wanup. I headed for Little Current and waited about 10 minutes for the swing bridge to line up. This stretch of highway, headed for Espanola, is very scenic with much of it carved and blasted out of the rock which makes up the Cambrian Shield. I took advantage of riding alone and darted down several side roads, including Willisvile Road. This was a curvy, hilly gem of a road which opened up to a very scenic outlook, looking back out to Hwy 6.
I carried on into the town of Willisville which is comprised entirely of a handful of former mining company homes. The road became gravel and I figured, "What the hell, let's explore a little more..." I didn't get 100 feet before the road became a trail.
Looks as though this was once a rail road track that likely served part of the local mining operation. Now it was an off road trail and a narrow one at that. Too narrow to turn around on, so I continued. With caution.
Though it opened up to some pretty nice views, I soon came to realize I was probably nearing the limits of my bike's off road capability and I was certainly beyond the limit of MY off road capability. I found a spot to turn around, and I'm not going to lie - it was ugly and un-graceful, but I got turned around none the less. I head back off the trail, back onto Hwy 6 to the Trans Canada Highway and spent the rest of the day with my bro and his family.
Day 4 was just the trip home. After 3 beautiful days, I woke to a steady rain. The forecast held little promise. So, rain gear donned, I pulled away at 8:30 am and rode in the rain for a bout 3 hours to Barrie. I got some more rain in Angus, but it cleared before I rode a great stretch of road: Simcoe Road 9 heading West. I stopped about 4 hours into the ride at a picnic area to ditch the rain gear, get dry socks, and carried on picking my way home to London.
Plan B wasn't so bad.
Side note: RT's KLR is out of service till August. Parts on back order. Appears that he ran low on oil and blew the top end of the motor. Expensive lesson learned.