For some reason, “what day is it?” seems to be commonly heard, so I think it was Wednesday when we were at Cap du L’aigle and had my last blog post.
After the crew’s afternoon nap, we had dinner and drinks and a little jam session on the boat in the marina. Making some good tunes with Rick on bongos, Dave on the big drum, myself on the harp, and Blair on guitar and blasting out Robert Plant. Must’ve sounded good since we had some visitors stop by later in the evening to enjoy Chevy and Blair putting together some good harmonies. Good stuff.
Next morning, out at 5am and up the coast in beautiful conditions, watching Belugas all the way up. Dave put out the lines to see what we could get, but no luck that time.
Pulled into the Saguenay river just as the tide changed, chased a Minke whale into the river and up we went to Le Baie Eternite which Rick had heard about the night before.
Thousand foot cliff faces directly going into the water and down another 900ft. Just unbelievable. Quebec is just out of this world. I’ll post pics soon.
Got into that bay at 4:20 just as the tide changed again. Another perfect timing. Had a couple drinks and a dip, Chevy demonstrated the showering system in the back sans suit, and even gave us a little extra rotation on his dive to add to the show.
Back down the Saguenay, running a little slower than predicted, 7 knots instead of 10. So we were a little late getting back to the anchorage next to Tadoussac. Rick took us in no problem and shared his hilarious sense of humour with us. Amazing joke telling ability for sure. With all this going on, we were in the back dealing with our “overcoming”, which is the point when a person accepts the surroundings and the situation and becomes one with the experience. It takes a few days because it’s overwhelmingly beautiful and just amazingly wonderful. Or whatever…(nearly a cry fest in the back sharing our feelings with one another, I think we went gay)
Actually, as soon as I was done with my overcoming, I was instantly jettisoned into Tadoussac to catch a ride to the Quebec airport, and on to Toronto. Quite the contrast.
We were up at 5am to ride the tide to Rimouski and last I heard the boys are there now, safe and sound on the south shore of the st. lawrence. I hitched a ride with a guy to try to make an early flight, but he had to do a detour to clear some land he owned along the way, so I offered to help since it would only be an hour delay. So we went up the mountain in Cap du l’aigle and cut trees and I cleared brush. One hour later we were on our way and he took me on a tour of the Charlevoix region, pointing out what he could as we drove through. Took me to a fromagerie and even stopped in on his family for a 20minute quick bite outside Quebec. I’ve decided I’m learning French, buying a Harley, and becoming a lumberjack…in my spare time.
Thanks to Rick, Chevy, and Blair for making this trip happen. Trip of a lifetime for me, wish I could’ve stayed on longer, but that was amazing after the first day really.
I’m out now, so Rick, Chevy and Blair will be taking over and sharing their stories on the blog.
-Jason