I am the second to arrive at the meeting point to catch the bus to the trail-head of Mont Jacques Cartier. I nod a greeting to the young man already there, then lower my pack down onto the slatted wooden boards of the wrap-around porch outside the visitor lodge in Parc-National-de-la-Gaspesie. It would be a... Continue Reading →
Eye-balling my map, somewhere between Grand-Vallee and Mont-Ste- Pierre is the most northern point of the Gaspe Peninsula. Having stood on the equator line in Kenya, please read What-Kenya-did-to-me, and the half-way between the Equator and North pole in Stewiacke, Nova Scotia, I am disappointed there is no sign indicating I just nudge over the... Continue Reading →
I am in no rush, as I enjoyed the drive along the sea cliffs heading west from Forillion-National-Park, but I have become very mindful of the gas gauge hovering close to the empty line. With the truck in 2nd gear, I coast down a rather steep grade. When I see the sign for Grand-Valle, I... Continue Reading →
After the moose encounter (in Forillon-national-park-QC-2), the rest of the afternoon was uneventful. Some washing up, snacking, followed by some cursing, and flinging things about, looking for my camera charger. Where the heck did that go? When I finally found it, I was out of sorts and totally committed to staying another night. Having by-passed... Continue Reading →
A hundred meters from the turn into campground B, I am stopped from going forward. I can see several vehicles pulled over to the shoulder and about six people standing outside taking instruction from a lady in a yellow vest and a Parks Canada hat. She has her arm extended out towards them with her... Continue Reading →
