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Tuesday, July 04, 2017

From Quebec City to Sainte-Flavie

After a brief dalliance with Quebec City (leader to remain nameless), we re-crossed the St. Lawrence and headed east on AutoRoute 20.

A light drizzle gave way to sunshine before our first stop at Le Musée L’Épopée de la Moto in Saint-Jean-Port-Joli.

Bikes galore
L’Épopée ain’t the Barber, but it really is well worth the price of admission.

1938 Harley Davidson Model U

Displays include roughly 100 beautifully restored bikes – including at least 1 of every brand you’ve ever heard of from AJS to Vincent, three 1970’s Italian classics (Bimota, Laverda, Moto Guzzi) still in their packing cases…plus the obligatory photo opportunity for children of all ages!

Don, aka "Wild Thing"


Cheese please

Back on the bikes we headed for stop number two, the justly renowned Fromagerie des Basques in Trois Pistoles.

This restaurant provides breathtaking views of the St. Lawrence, food that melts in the mouth, and a well paved parking lot…who could ask for anything more?
Roy and Don at La Fromagerie
The Poutine is especially good

Pointe-au-Pere

Onward to Pointe-au-Pere Lighthouse National Historic Site, just east of downtown Rimouski. 

This could easily be a full day out, if you climbed the light, visited the Empress of Ireland Museum, and toured the Ondenaga Submarine

We did the 50 cent tour - walked the grounds and enjoyed an hour of sea, sand, and sunshine.
The Light

Spot the Photo bomber!



The Not So Little Mermaid


Final 20 km to Ste-Flavie

From Point-au-Père it’s a mere “slip and a slide” along the now rural Rte 132 to Le Gaspesiana Motel at Ste. Flavie – another spot well worth a visit.

Ste Flavie is on La Route Arts

Even the buildings are artistic
This lady is on a mission

 From Ste. Flavie all roads lead to Percé, which – considering this morning’s debacle – is a very good thing. Either way we should get to see the famous rock…fog not withstanding!

Darned if you do...darned if you...


All-in-all it was an excellent day, on the bikes and off, and we are being lulled to sleep by the waves lapping the shores of the St.Lawrence.

At least we know which way is West.
As they say around here…á demain.