We just traveled around the Gaspe peninsula, and it was beautiful. The roads were full of fog, then sunshine, then misty rain, then more sunshine, then more fog.
The road followed the coastline. On the other side was either mountains and steep cliffs or cute fishing villages.
You never know what you would see around the next corner. This lighthouse popped up around one corner. In the fog it made for an pretty scene.
Cute fishing villages seemed to be the popular theme. I don’t think there is much more to do out here but fish.
It’s always fun to find these signs. This tells you how steep the incline, or in this case, the decline is on the upcoming hill. Put it to you this way, 14% is very very steep. Our engine brake had a fun time with these hills.
This is another fun sign. Sorry it’s a little out of focus. We were traveling at 60 mph down the road. Everything here is still in French. But I had no problem deciphering what this sign said. I kept my eyes peeled for moose, but alas, I saw nothing. I hope to see a moose on this trip, just not running into my car or the motorhome. That would be bad.
Here’s more foggy road. It was really quite pretty the way it just hung above the road like that. And traveling between the coastline and the mountains was beautiful too. It would have been just as pretty, but also completely different, if it was clear, blue sky.
This has to be one of my favorite pictures. We just happened to notice this fisherman on this nice still lake with the fog overhead as we were driving by. So I grabbed the camera and took this picture. What an iconic picture this is!
Once we got to the campground, our rigs were incredibly dirty. The roads out here are constantly under construction, so there is lots of dirt and gravel. Plus with the sporadic rain, it makes for a wet and dirty ride. So we all got out our buckets and wash and went to town on the rigs. Afterwards they looked so shiny. Ready for the next trip.