Travel changes everything. Turn the key in the ignition. Board the plane. And suddenly the daily routine is replaced by a world of possibility.
Any road trip to the East Coast usually leads first through Québec, and one of the great driving experiences on the planet is the South shore of the St. Lawrence River. This stretch is an immersion into the authentic Vieux Québec with farms and settlements dating back to the 1600s. The rural architecture is unique in the world.
A favourite game is to pinpoint where, as the mighty river widens and widens, does it become indistinguishable from the open ociean.
Here, just east of Saint-Jean-Port-Joli, it looks distinctly ocean-like, until your eyes finally spot the faint but magnificent mountains of Charlevoix over there on the north shore.
Bike-friendly rural Québec invites two-wheel travel (Ii’m carrying mine on the roof of the car). Here’s a wild-flower strewn bike path hugging the river shoreline.
It is virtually impossible for me to drive east on Highway 2 without tarrying a while at the Sackville Waterfowl Park in New Brunswick, an oasis of marshland in the centre of this quiet university town. This time around I spotted, in addition to the normal ducks, some grebes, a couple of golden eyes, adolescent Canada geese, and a slighty bedraggled muskrat. Oh yes, and mushrooms by the side of the trail.
I dropped down to the Fundy shore at Dorchester. It was, as you can see, low tide.
The drive along the Northumberland coast in Nova Scotia was uneventful. But I did see many ‘no fracking’ signs!
Tonight (July 5), I am at the edge of land in North Sydney, Cape Breton, taking a look at my ‘ride’ to Newfoundland tomorrow.
(Blog covers July 2-5, 2013)
To be continued . . .