The instruction on the website were not very clear and it was along time since I’d read them. I thought we were going to the piece of land our friend Suzanne has bordering the Rivière Rouge, but Alison didn’t want to go there unannounced.
So we went to the place that the website described. Also next to the Rivière Rouge, but downstream. We parked at a campsite for $5 and followed the instructions as I remembered them. But we followed the wrong path. It started out okay, but soon the path became a very tiny path and we had to scramble up and down to avoid steep cliffs that were near the water. After almost an hour I decided that this was foolish and we returned in our footsteps. When we reached the road we tried the side road a bit further away from the bridge and that proved to be a much better choice. After a 20 minute walk we reached the river, near a very serious rapids with a 3 meter drop. A couple of rafters came by but portaged their rafts around the rapids. What is the point in rafting when you don’t go through the rapids! I understood when I saw a kayaker descend through the rapids because even in a kayak it looked quite difficult and dangerous.
I myself didn’t do any paddling but just scrambled a bit over the very beautiful shaped rocks, cooled off in the water (the current was too strong to rally swim, and sunbathed for a while, until the sun disappeared behind the trees and we returned to the car.
I just looked it up and we were on the wrong river bank, but is sure was a nice spot.
On the highway back to Montréal we saw a series of strange accidents. There were three accidents, but they were all very far apart, about a kilometre each. The first one involved a passenger bus and a totalled car, the next was a car that had hit the security rail and the third a car that was located far to the right in the ditch. We tried to deduct what happened and the only explanation we could come up with was that a car had driven against the direction of the traffic and that other cars, trying to avoid him, went off the road.
Jun 25 2006
Scramble
The instruction on the website were not very clear and it was along time since I’d read them. I thought we were going to the piece of land our friend Suzanne has bordering the Rivière Rouge, but Alison didn’t want to go there unannounced.
So we went to the place that the website described. Also next to the Rivière Rouge, but downstream. We parked at a campsite for $5 and followed the instructions as I remembered them. But we followed the wrong path. It started out okay, but soon the path became a very tiny path and we had to scramble up and down to avoid steep cliffs that were near the water. After almost an hour I decided that this was foolish and we returned in our footsteps. When we reached the road we tried the side road a bit further away from the bridge and that proved to be a much better choice. After a 20 minute walk we reached the river, near a very serious rapids with a 3 meter drop. A couple of rafters came by but portaged their rafts around the rapids. What is the point in rafting when you don’t go through the rapids! I understood when I saw a kayaker descend through the rapids because even in a kayak it looked quite difficult and dangerous.
I myself didn’t do any paddling but just scrambled a bit over the very beautiful shaped rocks, cooled off in the water (the current was too strong to rally swim, and sunbathed for a while, until the sun disappeared behind the trees and we returned to the car.
I just looked it up and we were on the wrong river bank, but is sure was a nice spot.
On the highway back to Montréal we saw a series of strange accidents. There were three accidents, but they were all very far apart, about a kilometre each. The first one involved a passenger bus and a totalled car, the next was a car that had hit the security rail and the third a car that was located far to the right in the ditch. We tried to deduct what happened and the only explanation we could come up with was that a car had driven against the direction of the traffic and that other cars, trying to avoid him, went off the road.
By mare • english •