Camping sur Mer, Carleton-sur-Mer, Quebec, Canada
A fool shows his annoyance at once, but a prudent man overlooks an insult. ~ Proverbs 12:16
The day before we left this wonderful area, there was still a mountain to climb, and only one of us capable of doing it.
Blaine took off for his short hike – the rest of the Mont Joseph trail that we abandoned the other day. He made it almost to the summit, but as advertised, they wanted money to say you’d actually been to the top. $30 for a seasonal pass, $8.50 for the day. Really? $8.50 just to say you’d walked up there? It wasn’t much higher than the heights you could reach for free. Blaine said there was a guy in a booth denying entrance unless you forked over the cash.
While Blaine was out seeing what heights he could aspire to, I was back on flat ground just trying to walk a little and enjoy the gorgeous weather.
I made it, every so slowly, to the lighthouse by walking on the bike/walk trail. Once there, I sat on one of their benches and just watched the water and soaked up the warm rays, and made the decision that I’d be back after lunch with my book.
Back home, I was just beginning to cook a grilled three-cheese sandwich, when who should grace my doorstep, but the weary hiker. He wanted grilled cheese too. 😊
Then he talked me into a drive. He wanted to visit a local waterfall. Said I could wait in the Jeep with my book, or walk the 1/2 mile trail. I didn’t walk the trail. I didn’t wait in the Jeep either. We couldn’t find the place. So we drove up to the same area Blaine had been to this morning.
And then that turned into a climb. You know how things go with Blaine.
I did the math. It took Blaine 14 minutes to reach that observation area this morning. It took me 28. Exactly twice as long. Not horrible for a woman hobbling on one foot. Actually, the problem wasn’t that I couldn’t walk. The problem seems to come when I put too much pressure on the end of my injured toe. Things like walking too fast, wearing flip-flops, walking on stony beaches and climbing up inclines put too much pressure on the toes. Blaine said he didn’t remember the trail to the observation area was so steep, or that it was about half the distance he climbed to this morning. I’m just grateful to have a husband who loves me so much that he was willing to go at half speed just to share his time and treasure with me. I truly am blessed!
While we (well, mainly me) were taking a break at the top, a very nice talkative Quebec native man and his son showed up. We enjoyed our conversation with him, but he kept glancing down at my foot propped up on the bench after he heard what happened to me. 😊
Once we were back home, he wanted to go see the waves – such as they were – at the beach, so I took him to my place. Only now the beach was full of people. Not Myrtle Beach full, but there were quite a few for this area. And all the benches were being used. We walked along the beach a little, but it got too difficult for me, so we headed home. It was dinner time by now anyway.
After dinner, we decided to ride our bikes to town for ice cream. That’s easy for me! No toes required! Every one in this area we’ve traveled in Quebec seems to dip their custard in chocolate. No problem! It’s really good and keeps the ice cream from melting down the cone and dripping over your fingers. We’ve enjoyed this treat in several towns, but none have been as good as the first one we tried back in Levis.
No pictures of the ice cream, but we took a couple on the way home.