Monday September 1, 2014
Yesterday, there was a flying critter inside. My maternal human told me to get it. Normally, I would do that. But it has to be MY idea. So I cleaned my paw instead.
We are in the town of Nigadoo. There is the threat of rain, but it was dry
for my walk. It is not as cold on the
New Brunswick side of the maritimes. And
it is not quite as rural. Not that it is
crowded, as it isn't. But you can feel
the difference in the provinces. There
is more variety in the architecture, and it is not always the most exciting,
but I guess that is part of this area's charm.
We started heading north, and my battles with Samaaaaantha
started right away. I usually win the
battles, but we accidentally let her win a couple battles today. But for this one, we got back on hwy 11
north. We are nearing the Gaspe
Peninsula. It is somewhat mountainous (we
are talking itty bitty mountains) and it is heavily wooded. We are no longer seeing the vibrant green of
the trees. They are starting their fall
morphing. Most are a dull green (kind of
like the color your hair turns before it goes gray!), but we see occasional
tufts of yellow, gold, brilliant orange, and blood red. In another couple of weeks, the colors will
be spectacular.
We cross into the province of Quebec, leaving behind the
Atlantic time zone. Yay! For some reason, a 4 hour difference from
home was difficult to register in my small brain, but 3 hours is ok. Go figure!
The Metapetie Riviere is on our left in a valley and we wind around that
and the Saumon Riviere. For a holiday,
there are not a lot of people on the road.
When we come into towns, they actually look like towns now (instead of a
couple of buildings). There are stores
and homes and farms. And being the labor
day holiday, they are all actually closed!
How does that happen? Good thing
we have what we need for food for the day.
It is very scenic and now we have the Metapetie Lac and Saumon Lac to
add to the mix.
We ultimately find our way across the Gaspe to the town of
Mount-Jolie and the Fleuve Laurent (St. Lawrence River). But we have one problem here... Where is the river? There is a marine layer and fog. When the fog lifts some, the other side of
the river, at this point is not in sight.
The tide is out, way out. We turn
ouest and begin the journey towards home.
Then the fight with Samaaaantha begins... She takes us off the scenic route to a main highway. How could we not catch this? By the time we could turn around, we were
already off the big road and onto the little one again. We stopped at a park area that was right on
the water.
Time for lunch, and time for Rudy to plan his escape. He pushes the door open and runs. Crap...
To the left, to the right... under the bush... Spouse grabs his
tail. MEOWWWWW! Too bad!
He cries at the door... Too bad Rudy cat... Walking around there, we met a kayak
guide. The tide is out, the boats in the
marina are sitting on mud. This is the
end of their season and they have to walk the kayaks out a ways, but he still
has people interested so he does it.
Continuing on, the road takes us away from the water. We can see the fog creeping over the hills,
coming to get us...
We decide to stay around Riviere-du-Loup. Here is where the whales come in. We were going to come here in our boat a few
years ago, but it was too far out of the way.
However, it is supposed to be nicer tomorrow, and if we stay here, maybe
we can enjoy the rest of the river into Quebec.
So we select one of Samaaaantha's campgrounds and she immediately takes
us back to the main highway only to bring us back to the little highway. I hate that witch! Then, she takes us to 'the address' that
isn't the address! We are stuck on this
tiny road, we need to turn the rig around, and I am sure she is
laughing... We can see the park below
us. We used a vacant lot of our turn and
made it to the RV park. We are on the
water; or since the tide is out, we are on the mud!
There is a great hiking trail, part of the trans Canadian
trail right out of the RV park. It goes
to a marina and is quite pretty. I will
do it again in the morning.
We are in Frenchville now.
Many people do not speak English.
Some speak a little. I speak a
very little French. Spouse barely speaks
English. TV is all French.
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