Last week I went on a road trip with a couple of unlikely companions. The first being my Grandmother, Helen McRae. Helen is originally from a small town in the northern part of New Brunswick, Campbelltown. It's a special place for her as it holds many memories, most of which are from before the existence of Facebook, the internet, computers, or television. Helen (Nan to me) is 94 years old and is still as sharp as a tack. She wanted to visit her beloved hometown this summer and I wanted to help make that happen by being her travel buddy and chauffeur. The other companion was my dog Tobias, and the three of us spent two days on the open road.
Nan and I had a great trip with a couple hiccups but nothing we couldn't handle. We kept a quote in mind: "The difference between an adventure and an ordeal is attitude." The town of Campbellton (and near by Point La Nim) also holds a special place in my heart as I would spend a month here in the summers of my youth and a lot of who I am today is influenced by this area, and the people I spent time with here.
Tobias is my best bud and I was thrilled to be able to bring him along for the adventure. This was his first trip to the east coast and his first time swimming in salt water. It was amazing to have the little guy with me - he's great company.
After visiting with family and playing around on the beach, it was time for me and Tobias to part ways with Nan and get back on the road. Nan was set to fly home with her son, Peter, and her grandson, Frederick. Tobias and I were heading northeast to the Gaspe Peninsula in search of open roads, National Parks and isolation.
This is the J.C. Van Horne and it connects Campbellton, New Brunswick to Point-a-la-Croix, Quebec. Till next time N.B.
The shoreline in this part of Quebec is pretty spectacular, especially at the eastern edge of the Peninsula, where you'll find Perce Rock. If you head into the centre of Peninsula you'll hit rolling mountains criss crossed with rivers and never ending forests. You should probably visit Gaspesie.
One of the main destinations on this journey is Forillon National Park. It has pristine wilderness with both sea and mountain access - and best of all it has backcountry camping. I find it amazingly refreshing to remove myself from society, head into nature, and be alone (or in this case with Tobias), even if only for 24 hours.
Here we are at the start of our journey heading into the hills to find camp for the night, away from it all.
There were moose tracks and bear dung all along the path and Tobias was on full alert until we stopped at a clearing to appreciate the view.
I like to take time to reflect and do some writing on these small retreats. Sometimes I also take a photo of myself just to remember that moment in time.
Tobias wanted to get a photo when we got back down to the car.
Driving through this part of Canada was a treat full of stunning views, charming houses, and never ending forests.
It was a great adventure, looking forward to the next one with this handsome devil.