Gaspésie #3 – the National Parks

One of the primary goals of this trip was to visit the three amazing Canadian National Parks located on or near the peninsula: Ile Bonaveture, Forillon and Gaspésie.

Day 4 – Parc National de L'Ile-Bonaventure-et-du-Rocher-Percé

We wake up briefly at 3:15 am to see the first light of dawn on the Rocher Percé. At 6:00 we wake again to watch lobstermen pulling pots right in front of our room. We have coffee, croissants and home-made strawberry jam at our motel, then walk to the town wharf to board a boat. First, we circle the Rock then head out and around Ile Bonaventure, a wedge shaped island just a couple of miles off shore. I briefly spot two minke whales in the distance. As we approach the cliffs on the ocean side of Ile Bonaventure we see grey seals hauled up on the rocks exposed at low tide. The air is filled with large numbers of pelagic birds: common murre, razorbill, and black-legged kitiwake but mostly thousands of northern gannet. The high red cliffs on the ocean side of the island are literally covered with nesting gannets for about a mile. These beautiful large white sea birds with black wingtips are graceful in the air. In the latest bird census it was estimated that there are more than 60,000 breeding pairs of gannets here, plus scores of unmated juveniles. We land at the restored historic fishing village on the bay side of the island. After a ranger orientation we get lunch at the snack bar built in the 19^th century fish station. Barrels of salt cod used to be stored here waiting for shipment to Europe. After touring the restored offices of the cod company, we hike across the island to the cliff-top gannet colony. The trail exits the woods right in the middle of the colony. The sound of thousands of big sea birds is incredible. We can stand within 5-10 feet of the birds. They don't appear to notice our presence. Standing on the observation deck right in the middle of thousands of nesting gannets is an experience I'll never forget. We hurry back to the dock, but miss the boat. I relax in the sun while Merry explores the old fishing village. A modest seafood dinner back in Percé at Surcouf ends a perfect day. I strongly recommend everyone take a look at Merry's fabulous photographs from this day found at http://merryatsyracuse.blogspot.com

Day 5 – Forillon National Park of Canada

The day dawns clear, but quickly clouds up. By 7:00 the wind comes up and small, hard rain storms blow through. By 8:00 the showers end but the wind increases to 30-40 mph. We head north up the coast, pass the small city of Gaspé and enter Forillon National Park. We reflect on just how far it is by road to Forillon from Percé. They look close together on a map, but the road circles two large bays making the trip at least an hour. Next time we plan to stay nearer the Park. Our original plan for today was to take a whale watch from Forillon out into the Gulf of St. Lawrence. When we reach the nearly deserted boat dock at 9:30 we discover the tours are canceled due to rough seas. By this time the skies have cleared but the wind continues to pick up. We drive out to where the road ends on Cap Gaspé then tour the restored Anse-Blanchette homestead. Three interpreters in the colorful seaside fisherman's house dressed in costume from the 1920s are eager to help us sink into the atmosphere. The small barn against the cliff has some chickens, three cow milking stalls and old farm equipment. Another outbuilding houses and explains a cod salting operation, even offering a sample. Down in the rocky cove it is easy to imagine setting off in a small boat into the crashing waves for cod fishing.

A little ways on at a cove called Petit-Gaspé we stop to watch seals playing in the surf only a few yards off the beach. Then we drive through the forest to the north shore visitor center to take in the natural history exhibits there. Finally we drive to Cap-Bon-Ami, an overlook from which we can see the cliffs at the end of Cap Gaspé. There are small seabird colonies in the cliffs here, mostly black-legged kitiwake with a few cormorants, some razorbills, black guillemots and harlequin ducks. Gusts of wind literally strong enough to knock me off my feet cause little trouble for the birds. We hike a ways down the beach then back to the shelter of the car. The wind truncates our exploration of this spectacular park. Back in Percé I hit the grocery store to stock up on local smoked salmon and local beer to bring home. We have dinner at Table de Roland. Mer opts for Cod a la Gaspésie (broiled with onions and bacon). I have good poached salmon with tomato cream sauce. Tomorrow we head inland to explore the Chic-Chocs.

Days 6/7 – Parc National de la Gaspésie

After a last croissant at the Motel Fleur de Lys we check out and drive down the south coast for about 100 miles to New Richmond. We gas up, then stop at the local information center. The kind woman at info center tries to help us get a reservation at Gite du Mont-Albert, but no luck with either internet or phone. She does correct my pronunciation of “Gite.” These small holiday accommodations are everywhere in Quebec. To be understood you have to say “jit.” She also tells me that we should ask about “forfait” at the Gite. We drive inland right along the Cascapedia River, one of the premier salmon fishing streams in Canada. Several times we catch a glimpse of people using large green, wood and canvas canoes, with three or four occupants, for fly fishing. We see one such boat anchored in a small rapid with two men as paddlers, one guide in a suit, vest and fedora, and one fly fisherman. We reach the Gite about noon. This is no simple holiday cottage. It's a magnificent wilderness lodge. The only comparison I can think of are the historic lodges at the Grand Canyon and Zion. It's located right at the foot of 2^nd highest peak in the Chic-Chocs, Mont Albert. The highest peak, Mont Jacques-Cartier, is nearby. When booking our room I ask about forfait. It turns out forfait means “all inclusive.” For about $250 [compared with $125 for the room only] we got a large room overlooking the mountain, a four course gourmet dinner and a hugh breakfast buffet.

We spend the afternoon wandering around, taking in the mountain atmosphere and checking out the visitor's center. Dinner at the lodge is wonderful. After a good night's sleep we decide to take a short morning hike. We drive a dusty dirt road to the trailhead for Lac aux Américains, a crystalline lake in glacial cirque. This trail climbs quite steeply for about 1.8 km, but has been so well maintained that it's not really a hard hike. There are few other hikers. When we reach the top we find a pile of still unmelted snow right by the trail. The lake is surrounded by a crescent of jagged mountain ridges. We are quite close to Mont Jacques-Cartier but the trail there is closed to protect the small herd of woodland caribou that live on the plateau near its peak. We stop to view the chutes (waterfalls) de St. Anne then descend to the village of St. Anne des Monts. We pull up for lunch at Poissoniere de Quay, a combined fish market and resto. I finally get to try a homard club sandwich; just an ordinary club sandwich but with lobster instead of ham or turkey. Yum.