The Accidental Tourist

We never would have chosen to stop in Rimouski, Quebec. We had bigger fish to fry. Well, that is, we had whales to see off Tadoussac. But a submerged log had other ideas and our trip was diverted to Marina de Rimouski on the south shore of the St. Lawrence River. After hitting the log, we had only one pod to power Brio. We limped into Rimouski, about 5 or 6 miles south southwest of our encounter. Once again, the Divine guided us to a good place. Brio arrived on September 14th. Now, almost three weeks later, we were ready to return to Rimouski and load her onto a flatbed trailer. We were back. We worked for two solid days, packing, sorting and disposing of things we no longer needed. On the final day, October 11th, we had time to explore.

The evening of the 9th, we had eaten dinner and were listening to music in the salon. The full moon was rising to the east, and it created a magical light, as you can see here.

We had more packing to do the next day. In between loads to the car or the trash bin, we enjoyed these views of local shipping. These are model boats, freighters, tugs and barges, all steered with remote control panels held by the model builders standing on the same dock as Brio.

And a close-up of the tug:

The rest of the "fleet" was not too far away.

Charlie took a walk west along the river, down to the cathedral.

And, on the River nearby, the snow geese have arrived from the north.

On Tuesday morning we took a few hours off to explore a nearby park, Canyon des Portes de l'Enfer, which is about a 30-minute drive from Rimouski. Here, in an area called Terfa, there are some 20 kilometers of hiking trails. We only had an hour or two, so we went to the highest suspended footbridge in Quebec. It is about 63 meters high (about 190 feet). Here is the chasm upstream from the footbridge.

And here is the footbridge itself:

Under the deck of the footbridge, you can see the cables on which the bridge is built.

Above, you can see the deck of the bridge stretching out across the chasm to the other side.

And, from the middle of the bridge, you can get a nice view looking downstream, below the bridge.

It was a couple of kilometers to walk back to the car and head back to the Marina.

The day before we made this trip to the footbridge, Brio made it ashore. That was an exciting and even scary process. And that is our next post!

Cheers,

Brio