Isolation 07/30/19

Camping au Bond de la Mer, Cap Chat, Canada

The man of integrity walks securely, but he who takes crooked paths will be found out.  ~ Proverbs 10:9

Our son, Kyle suggested adding a map to show where we are.  We thought that was a wonderful idea, so I’ll start adding one each time we move.  Thanks, Kyle!

It’s a work in progress, but do you like it?
Since technically, we’re not physically here anymore,
it didn’t want to show our location the way we wanted.
Next time!

We love people watching in this place!  Most of them on our end are tent campers and only stay one night, which seems odd to us.  Why go to all that work of setting up a tent and getting everything else out, just for one night?  Guess we’re just too lazy.  😊  The only ones who make sense, are the ones on bicycles.  We know they’re traveling.

More long-distance bikers.
These two guys were older and each slept in one of those tiny tents you see on the ground.

Also, today we got to watch the campground host mow over a very heavy rope they use to divide the tent sites beside us.  Why?  We have no idea how he could’ve not seen it, so it must be that he was trying to cut corners and just mow close to it.  And got too close.  He should’ve just got off the mower and moved it, because now he has extra work.

Today was a total opposite from yesterday.  Overcast, still, deep into the woods, and quiet.  Oh, so quiet!  There were no other people, and I mean none, until a single bicycle rider came up as we were carrying our kayak out of the water to dismantle it.

So now you know what we did today.  😊

And this morning, we felt really good, except for the mosquito bite on my neck.  We were a little tired, but no worse for wear!  Guess all that ‘practice’ really did pay off!

We entered the Park again today and drove 6 miles down a dirt and gravel road, up a mountain to the lake the Ranger recommended yesterday, but we didn’t like the looks of it and it was huge, so we drove another 8 miles to Lake Paul. 

That’s the size of most of the “No Dogs” signs around here,
although we’ve seen some bigger.
It was like driving a Jeep road to get to these lakes!
We drove across this stream.
On a bridge, silly goose!
It would’a been more fun without one, though!

Lake Paul was more suited to our kayak.  But boy was it isolated!

And there wasn’t a lot to see, so I got kinda bored after a while. 

Ya know, once that adventure bug bites you, you want that rush of beautiful scenery, or wild animal encounters, or some type of other excitement every time you go out.  Plus, I’ve never been one to ‘sit’ well.  Even on my days off from work, I never sat all day.  Always busy doing something – even if I wanted to watch some TV, I did things like ironing, sewing or prepping dinner at the same time.  Once upon a time, our son had a dog and he made the comment that when I was home alone with her all day, she was tired and slept all evening and night.  To which I replied, “That’s because she insists on following me around all day so she never gets to nap.  And you thought I just sat around all day.  Ha!  Now you know.”  😊

This is the path from the road to the lake.
It’s also where we set up our kayak.
Lake Paul
We spent about 2 hours paddling around the lake. Very tranquil!
An island! (hahaha!) Well, it is!
We couldn’t capture it, but those are moose prints. : )
Blaine even stood up in the boat to try to get it, but it didn’t work.
However, our eyes could clearly make out the large cloven-hoofed prints.
Mama and babies.
They all swam faster than we could paddle. : )
We finally caught up. : )
Duck triplets! : )
There were tons of these blue dragonflies in this section!
I look like I’m floating out there all by my lonesome, but the boat’s actually moored on rocks. : )
We got out here (about half way around) to stretch our legs
and allow blood to flow to our lower extremities.
This is labeled as an observation tower on our Park map.
I tell you what . . . If we’d driven all the many miles it took us to see this thing,
we would have been sorely disappointed.
Unless, of course, we saw a moose or two.

However, rarely does a day goes by that God doesn’t provide some type of interesting and/or exciting blessing, and of course, today was no exception.  Although I suppose I should consider the stillness of the morning on an isolated lake a true blessing (and I did . . . for a while), He had more in store for us.

We’d passed an observation area with a short trail on the way to the lake and decided to check it out.  We needed a great place to eat lunch.  And the trail had to be short, because the only shoes we had were water shoes, sandals (for Blaine) and flip-flops (me).  But once we saw the trail head, we knew we’d need more that that, so we got creative and dug around in the bin we keep in the back of the Jeep and came up with two pairs of hiking boots and one pair of socks.  I insisted Blaine wear his socks and boots and I’d give my boots a try without socks.  It was only a mile-and-a-half round trip. 

We stopped here hopping for a nice place to eat lunch.
This map was on an information board at the trail head.

There was an abundance of moose droppings along this short, ¾-mile trail, and even a couple of hoof prints, but saw hide nor hair of any.  ☹ 

Still, the reward at the end was a lovely, isolated river!  A great place to take off our boots and have the river to ourselves! Although a visitation by moose would’ve been grand.  I asked my Daddy for a moose this morning, but I guess today wasn’t the right time for Him to provide one.  At least He provided me plenty proof they exist around here.  😊

A tributary that feeds the Cascapedia River.
This is the river.
Friends don’t care if you luncheon in your bare feet. : )
We accidentally came across this sign,
when we ventured off the “official” part of the trail and onto a short spur.
We could see the red rock clearly with our eyes, but the camera didn’t pick it up very well.
There’s our lonely Jeep sitting in the parking lot.

The drive back home was through the town of St Anne du Monts, the next town up the road from us, and the location of tomorrow night’s birthday dinner.  The campground host recommended the Chateau Lamontagne as a nice place with good food.

The drive back. . .
. . . and through town.
That reddish brown, nice-looking building on the hill is the recommended restaurant.
And a beautiful church.

But tonight, dinner was at the only restaurant in town – the Valmont.  We discovered that while it’s the only restaurant in town, there’s no need for any other!  This place offers a lot of choices – breakfast, lunch and dinner – and extremely good food to boot!  What an incredible meal we had!  And considering the quality and amount of food we consumed, it was well worth the $40/person price tag, which includes tax and tip!  In fact, the only downside was the fact that there was no air (or heat) anywhere in the place.  And they’re open from May-December 23rd.  I’m certain it gets quite warm and cold in here!  They even have a bin full of hoodies, if that gives you any indication. 😊  It was a cool day today, but Blaine was dripping in his shorts and cotton shirt.  I, however, was comfortable.  There just wasn’t much circulation, and it was quite humid – conditions that Blaine doesn’t fair as well in.

Dinner at Valmont!
English menus, God Bless ’em!
We both enjoyed the full “Table d Hote” menu choices – – appetizers, soup, dinner and dessert.
And believe it or not, we managed to pack it all away and were only comfortably full. : )
We both chose the Chef’s Daily. Three types of salmon – smoked, pate and something else we can’t remember. All were delicious!
This is vegetable soup. It tasted like vegetable, but all the veggies were pureed. It, and the bread served with it, was wonderful!
Blaine had the salmon dish
I had the shrimp and scallops. Everything was mouth-watering good!
And then the dessert! Blaine’s chocolate hazelnut cake . . .
. . . and my orange cheesecake. Sooooo yummy!!!

Our final excitement for the day?  A huge rainstorm that included thunder and lightning while we ate.  It finally let up a little after dinner, and we made a quick dash to the Jeep, only to discover . . . .

It was now sitting in the middle of a pond! 

Blaine removed his sandals and gave them to me to hold, while he bravely made his way over the parking lot rocks, and came to pick me up from a relatively dry high-ground area.  Who says chivalry is dead?  😊

Look how deep that water is!!
We couldn’t believe it!!
Our flooded neighbors! We felt bad for them!
Good thing the big dog people were no longer there!
A couple of guys drug the tent up the hill to drier ground.
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