Leaving Trois Pistoles area, we drove through Rimouski and Mont-Joli, then south-east across the GaspĂ© Peninsula to the Baie des Chaleurs, which connects directly to the southern Gulf of St. Lawrence. Arriving at Carleton-Sur-Mer in the very dull light of late afternoon, we drove across a causeway to the very beautiful camp site. Stopping on the causeway to get out to stretch my legs, I encountered a group of 4 Great Blue Herons. Bienvenue!
Sometimes itâ€™s nice to be surrounded by the privacy of trees and bush, as in a provincial park. But other times, the exhilaration of the ocean wind blowing over the beach and onto our camp is therapeutic. Feels like freedom. I woke in the morning to savour the strong salt wind blowing in my face, reminding me of what it was like to slide down a mountain on skiis. I was thinking that I hope the purple haze will ebb in time to grant that feeling again this winter.
I was a little disappointed with the town of Carleton-Sur-Mer, as I was anticipating artsy type cafĂ©s with really good espresso and alongĂ©, but none were to be found. Riding our bikes back to the van, I had to settle for beer.
Leaving Carleton-Sur-Mer, we arrived at the town of PercĂ©. Niagara Falls has the falls for thousands of tourists to make selfies, PercĂ© has its famous rock and it was busy. We were planning on staying for two nights at PercĂ©, but the threat of the Ida hurricane tail provoked us to leave after one.
For dinner at PercĂ©, we barbecued fresh cod. I had mine on a burger bun with mayo â€“ a cod-burger. But one of my favourite fast-food snacks, fried clams, were nowhere to be found in the GaspĂ© Peninsula.
After PercĂ©, we drove over some really big hills, with our Chevy 4.8 L engine struggling at times, but getting us safely to our next campsite at Sainte-Anne-des-Monts in the pouring rain. Any one of these hills would be a major ski resort in Ontario.
During the night, the Ida induced temperature dropped to 8 Â°C. We actually used the van furnace in the morning. Our Roadtrek 190P has pretty much the same conveniences as any home, and we used them all on this trip. From the air-conditioner at 30 Â°C at Montmagny to the furnace at Sainte-Anne-des-Monts, the refrigerator to the hot water tank. In other words, the beer was cold and the whisky was warm.
Leaving Sainte-Anne-des-Monts in a torrential downpour and howling wind, we made our way back to Saint-Mathieu-de-Rioux to complete our GaspĂ© loop.
A little disappointed that we couldnâ€™t spend more time on the GaspĂ© shoreline, especially for photography, but thatâ€™s what adventure is all about â€“ the unexpected. As Forest Gumpâ€™s mama would say, â€śLife is like a choclit, you never know what youâ€™re gonna git!â€ť
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