Mont Laurier to Nominigue
I expected the start line to be elaborately distinguished. A large sign or an arch, and some plaza or old train station. Something that would say, here you are: congratulations and good luck —depending on whether this was your start or finish line. In Saint-Jérôme, where we had left our cars and boarded the shuttle, the old train station was surrounded by an elaborately tiled plaza, with water fountains, a clock tower, some old cabooses, and rest stations. An arch indicated the start or end of the Petit Train du Nord trail. Place de la Gare, Saint-Jérôme. You knew where you were. The shuttle bus pulled into the parking lot of an IGA store, and I only realized that we were in Mont Laurier was when the driver shut off the engine. I could see, between this parking lot and a McDonald's, a path cutting between some grass. This was the start of our ride. The path did seem to head north but was barricaded where it cut across the road that led us to this spot. Looking later, on Googl...
