Baie-St-Paul
A day trip. The perfect day trip over Appalachian mountains on a ribbon of highway through farming areas and wilderness. We climbed into the mountains into the clouds and it poured sheets of cold rain making for a dramatic drive. Not that the speckled country side needed more drama. The pine and spruce forests with their warnings of moose and bear especially where the protective fencing stops made for more drama. Thankfully no deer, moose or other wild animals were on the road. I can not imagine that stretch of a drive a night! It gives me chills to think about it. Red, gold orange and perfect Christmas trees all up and down the mountains. Massive lories in first gear with their brakes on too. It took about 20 minutes longer than expected to reach Basie-St-Paul.
Not a crowded town. Lunch on a heated porch and no rain while we visited. One or two streets filled with artists and some souvenir shops. A few restaurants but you could sense the end of the season.
We found a woolen shop the clerk said : “welcome to the paradise of wool!” She got a handsome sale. We chatted about the products and her knitting machines which were out and in use. It was very pleasant. Me in my bright pink woolen sweater and shawl. Everything in the shop earthy shades of natural, cream, brown and a splash of wine color here and there.
There was a beach but we saw a small hotel on the bay and a jetty. Rather populated for how far it seems from everything. Enchanting to see a village like this.
The ride back to QC was again rain so much so I was suggesting we stop for the night. But we continued and the rain subsided once we came out of the mountains.
For supper we found an excellent restaurant and ate mussels and I ordered A side of bread










