In the same spirit as reaching the entry gate of Expedition 51, following its exit in Sydney, you must reach home. But, unlike the entrance, this cannot be done in one day but rather in 3!
As a result, I will be logging a lot of kilometers in the next 3 days (including this one). Leaving Cap Rouge with its magnificent beach, I headed towards New Brunswick. The road can be annoying, when we reach the highway, I suddenly added quite an attraction outside my route. So I went to see the Cap Georges lighthouse. Very pretty with a fairly passable route to get there.
So I traveled with the ocean permanently on the right even if sometimes I didn't see it. There are few stopping options and, often, nothing to see. So I headed towards my base, Kouchibouguac Park. Again, this is a place managed by Parks Canada and it shows. The roads are suddenly in very good condition and we constantly come across teams maintaining the forest and other little things. By the way, this park is huge! So I spent the night there only to wake up with a temperature of 9 degrees. Let’s just say that the coffee was welcome!
Once everything was packed again, I left for Quebec. Not wanting to take the highway (I already did this part on my way to Prince Edward Island a few years ago), I took the school path and followed the river. Let’s just say it’s not better! Indeed, the water and the beaches are well to the right, but there are always houses where the forest is between it and us. Result, almost as flat as the highway! Almost, because there are quite a few turns. :)
I finally stopped just before arriving in Quebec in a place equipped with a bench and... a canteen that serves seafood poutine! I couldn't miss it. Since there were people there, let’s say that my stop for a few minutes was a little longer than expected.
While digesting, I got back on the road to head to Quebec. I quietly went up the 132, a road that I am starting to know quite a bit and you will too from my posts from previous years. Once past Amqui and Lake Matapédia, I stopped and asked Google if there was another road than the 132 to get to Rimouski. Obviously the answer is no, as far as the water's edge is concerned, but to reach this water's edge, you do not have to follow the 132 west. So I went through lots of fun little paths that kept turning and going up and then down. I even walked past wind turbines!
So after more than 7 hours of driving (butt on the saddle because the time given by the GPS), I reached Le Bic and my campsite.
I'm going to rest there, a little rain making music on the canvas, because tomorrow is going to be a day of almost 8 hours like yesterday. Three big steps to return home after traveling through remote lands where nature still reigns supreme.
Thank you for following me in my delusions.