Quebec 2024-1: New Brunswick to Québec
We left Nova Scotia reluctantly a few days ago and crossed into New Brunswick. We boondocked the first night near Miscou Lighthouse at the far northeast tip of the province in the Acadian Islands.
They speak French! Marilyn loves it. I smile.
Last night was our first of three at Tête d'Indien (Head of the Indian) Campground near Percé Rock. Schools just let out plus Canada Day is July 1 which could mean crowded campgrounds, so we did the unusual for us and reserved ahead.
As we’d come to suspect, Canada Day is not so big in Quebec. Our first clue was that here provincial parks are called national parks, which makes it a little tricky discerning which are actually national parks. For them the big celebration is St John the Baptist Day, June 24.
Miscou Lighthouse on Miscou Island.
They speak French! Marilyn loves it. I smile.
Southern end of Miscou Is. Grand weather for dinner outside while admiring a lobster fleet.
We were parked near St John United Church.
Our boondocking site in front of church.
Sunrise.
Two nights later, we camped on the other side of Chaleur Bay on Quebec’s Gaspé Peninsula, 34 miles as the crow flies, 232 driving.
R: Miscou Is, New Brunswick. L: Paspebiac, Gaspé Peninsula, Québec. Top: Tête d’Indien.
Camped on beach on Quebec’s Gaspé Peninsula.
Evening view from our campsite.
Last night was our first of three at Tête d'Indien (Head of the Indian) Campground near Percé Rock. Schools just let out plus Canada Day is July 1 which could mean crowded campgrounds, so we did the unusual for us and reserved ahead.
View of Chaleur Bay from our campsite.
As we’d come to suspect, Canada Day is not so big in Quebec. Our first clue was that here provincial parks are called national parks, which makes it a little tricky discerning which are actually national parks. For them the big celebration is St John the Baptist Day, June 24.
Arched rock from our campsite.
Lobster boats tending their traps. Seagulls gather for discarded bait.
Bonaventure Island, Percé Rock, Gaspé Peninsula.
Tête d’Indien: “the Indian who never sees the sea.
Seeing lots!
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