The Loveliest Of Trails 08/07/19

Forillon National Park, Gaspe, Quebec, Canada

The fear of the LORD adds length to life, but the years of the wicked are cut short.  ~ Proverbs 10:27

We walked a couple of trails today, of which part was only parts of one long trail (Les Graves) that we hadn’t done yet, and also the prettiest section we’d already done.  Got that?  Are ya with me? 😊

We began at the lighthouse – the one that charges admission –
and walked toward home, and then back again.
Guess we won’t be checking out the Visitor Center . . .
You may be wondering why I took a picture of this . . .
The main reason is because of the French word for moose.
Wonder why?
This is the marsh.
There were no moose.
There were no birds.
There were no frogs.

And along the way, we learned some new stuff too.

This is the Carricks Memorial. It’s to remember the Irish passengers who died just off the coast here and very close to the intake station that was just up the St Lawrence River. Of the approximately 180 people on board, only 30-40 survived. The locals buried the bodies along the beach and in recent years, archaeologists have been discovering, collecting, identifying and re-interring them over at Forillon.
This is the ship’s bell.
There’s more information about the impact of WWII in this area. This and the next 4 have some new information.
That’s the closed Visitor Center.
They have some information boards set up along the trail.
That’s a lot of really heavy rocks!
Work on the Visitor Center
Returning to the Jeep.
Wrapping up this trail, we returned the way we’d come and drove to our next destination.
This time of day, Bon Ami is really busy, but they handle the traffic really well.
We had to park about a 1/4 mile away and walk,
but they have this trail to keep the people and cars separated. : )
We’ve come to Bon Ami and now it’s time to go down to the beach.
There’s a waterfall here!
And the water just disappears into the rocks that make up the beach!
Still the wrong time of day to take pictures of these cliffs.
We think you have to be here early in the morning if you want good pictures.
A small cruise ship went by waaaay in the distance.
Not sure you can even pick it out in this picture. : )
This side’s still beautiful!
This is a “tent” you can rent from the Park.
You’ll find them, and some “cubicles” in one of the campground loops, so we took a drive to see them. Guess it’s better than a real tent, but still not for me. At least, not anymore. : )
This is one of the “cubicles”, one-room ‘storage units’ (well, that’s what it looks like to me) that’s basically a place to get in out of the rain. I would’ve taken a better picture, but the person was home and at their car. : (
Ewww!!! Have you ever seen one that color?!?!?
Why do they all like making webs across the side-view mirror – – on my side?
Blaine squished ‘im with a rock. : )
Back home for lunch before we set out again.
We parked in the street to begin the portion of the Les Grave trail we wanted to complete,
but first, we had to review part of it. : )
Kayakers
They have sea kayaks.
As good as ours is, we could never go where they do.
It’s still an awesome trail, even the second or third time around!
Today, we found some red raspberries,
and Blaine wasn’t satisfied with the ones we found alongside the trail.
I tried to stop him, but he assured me it wasn’t as dangerous as it looked.
After seeing the picture he took – – much later – – I don’t think I agree!
Was this worth it?
He offers a resounding, “YES!”
I counter with a resounding, “NO!”
Fall is on the way here – – the goldenrod is blooming.
Goldenrod always reminds me of my brother, Lance and our oldest, Chris. There’s a great story there, but it’s too long to share. Suffice it to say, Chris was young and hadn’t started with his allergies yet, but he knew his uncle suffered from them and wanted to pick goldenrod and take it to him. Nice nephew, huh? hahaha!
We thought there were a couple of cemeteries along this trail, but this is the only one we came across.
These people (the buried ones) are leaning on a hill.
We’ve never seen a cemetery where the graves are actually leaning on a hill. . .
This one caught our attention. How many tombstones have you seen labeled this way?
Wonder if she was “Aunt Alice” to the entire community?
They’ve allowed this one to become overgrown.
I had to pull the foliage away with my feet.
Several just had these black crosses and a “brick”.
We don’t know if they don’t know who’s buried here, or if that’s how the family marked the grave.
A few were reinforced with steel.
Moving on . . .
This is the area we visited quickly the other day when it started raining.
This is the ramp the family built to haul shipments up from the beach.
We’ve acquired a military escort!
Although who can say for sure?
These days, so many wear camouflage or dress like soldiers, who aren’t.
This guy seemed legit. . . .
Back to where we left the Jeep 2 1/2 hours ago.

Our last stop was the Dolbel-Roberts House, where we learned more about the expropriation of Canada’s citizens.

Now it’s time to check out the “expropriation” museum.
Medicine Chest circa 1840-1860
On sailing ships with no doctor aboard, a medicine chest was used to store a variety of rather rudimentary remedies. Access to the chest was controlled by the ship’s captain.
Marriage of Jean-Baptiste Malouin and Nathalie Aspirault in in the church of Griffin’s Cove, 1917.
Do you remember the other day when I told you about the rooster on top of the church?
This is why. They have the original one in here.
Nice wood carvings . . . with no information.
Maybe one of the expropriated people carved them?
This map shows all the properties the government seized to create Forillon National Park.
This is what the area looked like before the expropriation.
You’ve seen numerous pictures of what it looks like now . . .
I’ll bet there are a lot more quotes that sound much less accepting . . .

We watched a couple of video interviews the Park made.  One was a couple (only the wife spoke), who talked about what happened.  I snapped pictures of some of the screens, so I could have it to transcribe later.  She was speaking French, but they provided English subtitles if needed. 

Unfortunately, I don’t know their names . . .

We were told, “You have been expropriated 100%.” 

Expropriated 100%.  That means your woodlots, your house, your buildings – everything.  That was really the shocker – the knife in your heart, you might say. 

My husband said, “Where are we going to wind up?” 

We heard they were receiving 6 million dollars in order to create Forillon Park. 

He (their contact) said, “I think you’re going to receive pretty good compensation”.  He’s passed away now.  I’ll tell you something we found out.  You know how much the park cost?  Apparently it was created for $2 million. 

What she’s implying here is that the company that was hired to handle the expropriation received the other $4 million and when I did the math, the 225 families received a total of $3,600,00.  After seeing that, I think the majority of fault lies with the Canadian government, not the company.  If they only gave the company $4 million to work with, then granted they could’ve shared more of their $400,000 fee, but even if they only kept $100,000, that would’ve only given the families an additional $1,300.  Still.  Every little bit would have helped them.  Back to the interview:

Then we got word.  It was called . . .  I know there was the name “Bond” in it.  I can’t remember the exact name of the company, the firm that expropriated us.  When we got news to go to the office in Gaspe to meet them, at that point, they got out our file, our papers, our houses, our house and all that. 

Then they told us. “We’re offering you the amount of $16,000.” 

16,000 dollars!  What are we going to do with 16,000 dollars what with nine children and all?  That’s nuts!  Come on! 

They said, “Well, some people are talking about taking their case to the commission.”  And then, “If you go to the commission what do you think you’ll get?  Maybe you’ll be risking getting less than what the firm is offering you.” 

We didn’t accept the first amount they offered to us.  I said, “No.  We’ll be seeing each other again.”  And as far as they were concerned, that was that.  But at that point, I decided to form up the committee.  I said, “We’re going to create a committee, and we’re going to get together .  We’re going to correspond with the government departments.” 

In my letter, I said, I wrote down all the departments we had met, who are there to protect citizens and all that.  I said, “We’re going to try and defend ourselves.  We’re going to put a bit of a fight, at least to get a bit more if we are forced to leave.”  Not even. 

(Interviewer – “Between the offer you were made and this amount you finally received.  What . . .?”)

Then after I had met the ombudsman and he had heard everything we told him, I took along about 20 expropriated owners with me into the offices.  He heard it all out; it was awful for him.  I don’t know.  He decided to remit about $8,000 to us.  $8,000 to each expropriated owner.  That’s what we got, on top of the $16,000.  That’s all we got.

It’s really too bad only 21 families decided to fight.  But good for her for doing all she could!

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