48.6667° N, 65.8333° W Gaspe driving map. google.com I have been wanting to go to the Gaspesie area as long as I can remember. I tried twice; once in early 90's. It was late in the fall, maybe even early December. I remember it was cold, snow was collecting on the road and my inner... Continue Reading →
Looking up at the sky, the clouds hang low, and I anticipate it will rain before long. The parking lot is empty and I walk around to the back garden of the historic Matamajaw Lodge. A short path leads off towards the river and of course I follow it. Here I find an inviting old-style... Continue Reading →
Once upon a time there was a lady named Philomene Dube. Her husband, Francois Gauthier, had died in an accident, leaving her to raise her family on her own, on the the land at the crossroads near the falls. It is said that her home was always open to travelers on their way to and... Continue Reading →
The bus hits a pothole and the jolt tosses me from my seat. The young girl sitting beside her mother in front of me sees it happen and starts to giggle. I join her chuckle with one of my own as I right myself upward, a little embarrassed. It is a 45-minute, vibrating bus ride... Continue Reading →
Coming out of the isolation of Parc-National-de-la-Gaspesie, my re-entry into an urban setting makes me tense. I have a death-grip on the steering wheel as I navigate roads that seem to pin-wheel in every direction. "Can't you people all go home?" I said aloud to myself, annoyed by the unpredictability of other drivers, and pedestrians... Continue Reading →
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