Canada 2018

Day 04

July 24

  Breakfast is an easy choice this morning since the restaurant in the complex does a really good breakfast. I choose my traveling dosage of choice - an omelet with pig meat and cheese and some taters on the side.  
  Alain joins me and I am a bit suspicious that he makes my omelet disappear. At least that's my story and I'm sticking to it.  
  But the town of Sackville is calling us so I get Frost ready to hit the road.  
  It's a bit rainy as we pull out of Gaspe proper, but that's why we both brought rain gear. I always try to prepare for the worst and hope for the best as far as weather goes.  
  Looks like another lovely day of coastal views though they may be a bit shrouded in fog and rain.  
  I spot an interesting old railroad bridge off to our left as we move around the Gaspe Peninsula.  
  There's some nice sweepers on this part of the route which I really enjoy. Nothing like pretty scenery, good roads, and great company to make a day in the saddle a pleasant experience.  
  On the way into Perce' the fog surrounds the Rock that is a village landmark. Passing through town, I notice it has really been done up to attract the tourists. It reminds me of some of the streets in Disney World down in Florida.  
  There's a nice observation point just south of the city that Alain and I pull into and take a break.  
  The place is pretty crowded, so we wait from some of the folks to clear out so we can get some unobstructed shots of the Rock.  
  But the road awaits us so we are back at it in short order. Along the way I see many villages that sit out on a point that juts into the Saint Lawrence River. I have to keep reminding myself that this is a river not the ocean though I can't see the other bank.  
  Every now and then I see a church that is not on the 'grand scale' - just a simple affair like our church back home. As I have learned it is not the size or grandeur of the building that makes the difference but the heart and attitude of the folks inside.  
  The rain has given way to some lovely sunshine and for that we are thankful. The fog has lifted from the river so the views are even more enjoyable.  
  As we near Chaleur Bay, we see land in the distance but it is not the far river bank, just the other side of the bay.  
  Soon we are up in the hills and once again enjoying some mighty fine sweepers.  
  I have to chuckle a little bit at this sign since I'm a long way from the Appalachian routes and mountains that I know.  
  When I see this sign I reckon that the moose must drive cars in this area. I just have to wonder how they get the seat belt around them cause the car looks awful small compared to the moose. Maybe it has a sunroof or something that they can stick their antlers through.  
  And if the moose don't have enough problems trying to get into the car, now they are supposed to be paying attention. I don't why they are putting more on moose drivers than they do on human drivers who have their face stuck in a cell phone. You know, it just don't seem fair at all to me.  
  Then they accuse the poor moose of speeding at night before they ever even get into the car. How do they know moose have a lead foot - especially at night? It's a wonder that the moose don't get an attorney and sue the government for harassment.  
  As we move along, the moose don't appear to be anywhere around and I can't say that I blame them. But there are lovely views all along the way without the moose.  
  We pass another lovely little church with it's accompanying graveyard. Back where I'm originally from, most churches out in the country had a graveyard and you could be buried there as long as they had space and you put up a tombstone. Now it seems that dying has gotten to be big business and pretty expensive with a feller having to buy a plot and all the other stuff. It seems to me you almost get trapped between being too expensive to live and too expensive to die.  
Soon we arrive at our motel in Sackville, the Coastal Inn. This turns out to be a great stop to mark for future reference. It's a really nice place, gas is next door, a grocery store is next door and there are several restaurants in walking distance.  
The lady at the front desk recommends Patterson's just down the street, so Alain and I put on our walking shoes and head that way.  
I figure I've been on the road for four days, so it's about time for some serious grub. They have seafood platter so I go for it. It has all my favorite stuff on it including scallops and it is mighty tasty.  
There's nothing left but a few crumbs and just a little space left to breathe when I get done with it.  
The walk back to the motel is uphill and I'm carrying a little extra on the inside, but we make it back to our room with no drama. Tomorrow we are on a bit of a deadline because we have to catch the Argentia Ferry to Newfoundland. So we pillow our heads pretty quick and the skin over my tight stomach pulls down the skin over my eyes in short order.