The wind howled all night rocking the camper back and forth. Some of the gusts of wind were so violent that I closed the lid to keep the canvas from being damaged. The wind was still blowing this morning but there was not a cloud in the sky.
The ‘roche percé’ still looked as impressive as yesterday although lit from the sun coming from the east.
For such a short season, Percé seems to be very much a tourist town. The main street is filled with shops and restaurants that it’s difficult to imagine the locals patronizing. And all the guide books say that this long weekend is the last hurrah and that a lot of places shut down in early September.
Leaving Percé and heading towards Gaspé involves going up and over a big hill and driving into much more mountainous country. The mountains of Gaspésie are really an extension of the Appalachians. Their northern end is the tip of the Gaspé peninsula as it falls into the Gulf of St. Lawrence.
Gaspé seems a much less touristy town. On the way out of town, we stopped to eat some lunch on the grounds of the Musée de la Gaspé. There is a huge bronze sculpture honouring Jacques Cartier who stopped in these parts in 1534.
Around mid-afternoon we arrived at Forillon National Park which takes up a big chunk of the tip of the Gaspé Peninsula. We’re camped tonight overlooking the Gulf of St. Lawrence and the tip of the peninsula.
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