La belle province!
It is beautiful here – trees and rivers and farmlands, and of course Old Quebec City and Montreal.
We crossed into PQ from Campbellton – after driving around in circles for a while, because the signs pointed 2 different directions. We discovered there were actually 2 ways to get to Quebec, but that wasn’t evident on the map we had – and of course, we chose the more difficult (not on purpose, that’s just the way it seems to happen). But we made it, despite a 5-point turn with the trailer at some construction because the traffic directors seemed to think we should be able to do a 180-degree turn in the middle of a 2-lane roadway!
There’s something so romantic and intriguing about a covered bridge. We’ve spotted a few, very few, on this trip, not often able to stop and take pictures though.
Seriously, it’s probably because of snow in the winter – just something we’d not seen anywhere else, except in northern NB as well.
When we got across the peninsula and arrived next to the St. Laurence River, we only knew we were there because we could smell the salt water – we were in a total fog. So much of our drive along the river that day we had no view.
We headed off the highway toward our campground, near a little village called St-Mathieu-de-Rioux – no clue what the roads would be like. So up a little hill, then up a little bigger hill, to face this:
16% grade – and we knew we had to go back down on our way out – whew! At least it was paved, not like the gravel roads we drove to Bella Coola a few years ago. And no cliffs to fall off.
We decided to stay 2 nights here when we were told of the horse-pull competition the next day. Now that was fun! Grizz stayed through the whole event, while I went back to the trailer in between to keep Sadie company. The horses pulled weights on a sled which we finally figured weighed about 1000 lb. They started with 4000 lb on top of the sled, trying to pull the length of a chain attached. As they accomplished each pull, another 1000 lb was added. The final pull was a total of 13000 lb – and did those horses have to work hard!
Do you see the little red marker in front of the judge on the left side – when the chain between that and the sled is full length, about 10 feet, the judge blew his whistle and the ‘drivers’ would try to make the horses stop pulling. Key word is ‘try’ as the horses really seemed to love doing their job.
And the ponies:
The atmosphere was festive, with country (English) music played between pulls and hotdogs, corn on the cob, and biere (beer, just in case you can’t figure it out). Lots of fun!
Then it was on to Quebec City. We camped just across the river, and first found a waterfall (chute) to admire:
My favorite part of water (rain, ocean, lake, river, waterfall) is the rainbows that glisten through, under, around and after.
Old Quebec City – one of our planned destinations for this trip – was just as beautiful and charming as ever. No matter where you stand, the Chateau Frontenac towers above with its gleaming copper roof:
And ate………..what else……………….poutine!
This was a first for us, interesting because this was made not with melted cheese, but with cheese curds. Not sure that we agree that it should be our national food, but it was good!
We thoroughly exhausted ourselves and our pooch, and happily went back to the trailer to rest up for traveling next day.
Ontario is up next! Blessings, Peg