Once again I feel like a foreigner in my own country. My inability / unwillingness to (re?) learn French makes me feel and act differently than I do in all other parts of Canada. I should just try to pass myself off as an American (which is only mostly a lie).
I have forgotten a couple of key things: a water jug, a lamp, scissors [actually didn’t forget the scissors].
I couldn’t light a fire tonight to eat dinner. I am exposed as a fraud or I am very, very tired.
This drive was totally insane. I should have listened to mapquest / Margaret. “Too much!” It’s beautiful (but only at the end) but it’s so unrelentingly long and parts at the end are hairy. At a couple of points there are warning signs that waves could take a car off the road. I can’t believe I have to do it again backwards on Tuesday.
I am being anti-social because of the French thing.
Two weeks without sex because of my ambition. Seven months ago I wouldn’t have cared.
The only thing to do now is “do Forillon” and “do Gaspe” as best I can and enjoy it as much as possible so that Tuesday doesn’t suck so much.
I hear waves. They are beautiful.
Oh yeah, the fees here are pretty bad but the place is in rough shape. I lucked out though, I didn’t get a shitty site (and there are lots of shitty sites).
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