One day, about a week ago, we loaded everything we thought we needed for a trip. Since I cultivate tomatoes on my balcony, I took those almost ripe and put them on the car's dashboard to finish the mature. Well, something to remember about our condo in Toronto.
Canada has so many National Parks that it did not matter which way we went, and as far as I know, every National Park has at least one lake, evident with the number of lakes larger than three square kilometers being estimated at 31752 by the Atlas of Canada. Of these, 561 lakes have a surface area larger than 100 km2.
We headed for Quebec.
We stopped at Drummondville to rest and have lunch at Baton Rouge. The waiter, Letitia, liked us, and the effort we made to talk French (actually, I speak French well, but with a heavy accent).
After we paid she said, “You look tired. Where do you go?”
“Rimouski,” I said.
“That’s a loooong way. Wait.”
She came back with a coffee and offered it to me for free.
We reached Bic National Park near Rimouski on the St. Lawrence Estuary two days later. We liked the parking spots they offer for camping very much, and even if we do not have an RV (we have a Honda HR-V), we decided to stay three days (2 nights).
Lowering the rear seats, we could set our small car for a bed where we fit well. I had mosquito nets on all four windows, so we had plenty of fresh air overnight.
The first day was foggy, which has its charm.
The next day was beautiful. I liked a spot on Ha Ha Bay, with wild roses as far as I could see. The petals were gone, but the fruits were big, with a 4-5 cm diameter.
On the other side of the hill was the Cochon Bay. Because of the low tide, we could walk to the spots where there were islands during the high tide.
On a few occasions, we saw deer.
But the weather was not on our side for the following days, on large areas, so, we decided to return home.
We had a stop at Kingston. It has a nice downtown, and somehow, they want to keep the flavor of an old town; at least the bus I saw was like in old movies.