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Maritimes, here we come ! - day 6

Updated: Jul 23, 2022

Baddeck - Traversier de Englishtown - New Haven - Cape North - Baie St-Lawrence - Chéticamp

242 km

That's enough!

Here Juliette, I decided to take up my pen and tell you about our trip in my own way.

Already the title… Maritimes here I am! As if my adventurer could have made this trip alone. So, it will be Maritimes here WE are! from now on. Also, she was notified that I wanted more pictures of me. I'm pretty and I want people to see me.

This morning, the weather is mid-sun but the forecast announces a clearing. It makes me happy. I hate being all muddy.

I drive to Englishtown where I board a cable ferry. It must be said that the channel to be crossed is only 125 meters wide. A few minutes later, I'm on the other side and restarting.

40 km further ... I arrive at the gates of paradise. One curve, two curves, three curves,...all the way up to the sky, and at the very top, a place to stop and collect my thoughts. I'm so excited that I feel like going down to do it again but…my adventurer doesn't agree. She assures me that there are many more to come, each one more beautiful than the other.

While I admire the view, in fact we can't see anything there is so much fog, she chats with a man, Mike Crimp, a Couchsurfing host who regularly goes to this stop to …inform tourists about the beauties of its region.

He tells her she must make a detour via New Haven. So be it, we will turn and ... more than once, which will allow us to see the multitude of lighthouses that festoon the coast. Just before leaving, I take a last look at the landscape. The sun has replaced the mist, the view is magnificent.

The next 200 km are a succession of curves and breathtaking views.

My breath is, again, taken away when my driver suddenly makes an emergency stop. A doe has decided to cut us off. It will be the first beast we see on the road that day, but not the last. We saw the doe, a fox with prey in its mouth, a turtle, several chipmunks and even a bald eagle. The road, here even more than elsewhere, must be shared. So I have to hold back my enthusiasm and drive a little slower than I would like.

In Cape North, we stopped in front of a church turned into a hostel by a professional surfer from British Columbia. And, as if that weren't surprising enough, there's a chainsaw-cut Celtic cross and a rolling chicken coop.

P.s. I must confess that I am proud of my adventurer. She has improved her mastery of curves so much in one year. There is a world between our first visit to La Mauricie National Park and the day that has just passed. I would not have thought that possible. She was so "dopey" when she first drove me and now…well…she rocks.

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