This summer, I took flight and meandered my way along the east coast of Québec, through New Brunswick and Nova Scotia, and back to my little home in the Laurentians. And by take flight, I mean I packed my tiny red car with two dogs, a cast iron tea pot, lots of books, my trusty hiking boots, and drove off into the sunset. Or, rather, into the sunrise. There are times when moving somewhere, anywhere, jostles the stagnancy that immobilises the mind. And go somewhere, anywhere, is exactly what I did.
Here are a few photos from my trip, which I’ve finally sorted through. It only took a few months.
I stopped by a couple of small hiking trails on the way to Forillon. This was the roof of an old well, combed over with thick moss and flittering sunlight.
I also stopped quite frequently to scribble down some ideas and have a taste of my tobacco pipe. This picture was taken after wading alongside a coast for a short while, then climbing up on some rocks and settling down with some tea and a book.
That’s one of Forillon’s iconic rock faces in the background! Monty was having a quick rest after having me carry him up and down about 200 steps. It’s a hard life.
Hiking up to a lean-to, along the International Appalachian Trail, during a thunderstorm. I don’t think the dogs were too pleased.
Evening writing session, with my makeshift tea-warmer. It took me a very long time to light that fire (my matches were all completely drenched), but the warm earl grey tea was absolutely worth it.
Jasper belongs in a magazine.
More little sleepies.
The easternmost tip of Forillon National Park had some of the most beautiful forests. Jasper was happy to hunt all the little chipmunks in the area. We nearly missed a mother bear, porcupine, fox, and countless birds and smaller critters.
Monty sleeping on my towel, as we watched some friendly seals play around the rocks. The seals were too far for my 50mm lens to catch properly :c
Ah, the Acadian forests of New Brunswick, in Fundy National Park. One of my favourite places on this planet.
Monty gets lots of cookies for being such a good model. But it’s never enough.
Having some dinner by an inuksuk, in a gorgeous cove a little way’s away from Alma, NB.
Early morning fog in the Acadian Forest.
Monty is nine years old, and is actually rather lazy, so some hikes were a little tough on him. I gave him plenty of opportunities to nap, mostly so I could take photos of him sleeping in the moss.
On our way back home.
Most of these photos can be found on my online portfolio.
Vedis Ronald 