Today, my uncle Yves cycled with me.
We had breakfast together — my uncle, Aunt Dominique, and our hosts in Trois-Pistoles: Dyne and Claude Dumont. It was fun to be in the presence of friends and family, especially knowing that one of them is joining me on my mission.
Claude is a professional painter and his home/gallery is full of his luminous works. He also owns an impressive collection of sculptures, many of which brighten his yard. He evidently has the soul of an artist, and it was very interesting to hear him speak of his journey as an artist.
We had too much fun, it seems, so we started pretty late. We went along the gravel road, cycling along the Trois-Pistoles river. I followed my very fit uncle, who had a very impressive pace and speed, especially when he started.
We celebrated my arrival in the province of Quebec by having poutine at Rivière-du-Loup, talking about the Montreal Canadians winning against Boston (of course). We then had coffee, and my cycling shoes were making clicking sounds (sometimes I feel like I’m wearing tap shoes), so the owner asked me to remove them — it was quite an experience walking with only my socks in front of everyone.
We kept going, and I was keeping up with my uncle, although my knees were really aching. We took breaks here and there, continued, and eventually made it to La Pocatière. We had dinner, and of course, as we all know — the Canadians won that night.
Today was a particularly inspiring day because I really saw how my uncle, who has arthritis, made it all the way through, despite the physical consequences it must have had on him. I can only imagine how much more challenging it was for him, but he kept on going, and not once did I see him flinch nor portray any signs of truly wanting to give up. This is a real sign of bravery indeed. I’m proud of you, Uncle Yves!