I’m still in Gaspe. Spent the night in a light house parking lot. Was abruptly awakened at 1:30 because Pilot’s alarm went off. It just goes off for no reason out of the blue. It only happens every couple of months, and the only way to make it stop is to put the key in the door lock. It felt like an air raid, I dove from the bed into the front seat and tried to open the door and get out as quickly as possible. All the people in all the neighboring cars were glaring at me this morning. It wasn’t fun for me either, guys.
So, I’m a little tired. I worked in Cabane Cafe- cutest cafe in the world/Gaspe- for most of the day. I hiked a little in the Forillon National Park- which I now know is the draw of the town of Gaspe. Because the town is fine, but it’s really all about that park. I pan to leave tomorrow, just as soon as I go to the boat yard and get my backdrop needle welded on because it fell over in the wind and broke- again. I went by today but they had just finished for the day and I peeked in and saw the boat they were building for the coast guard. It was so cool- a shiny metal shell. They said one boat takes about a year to build.
These are some of the folks whose pics I took at L’Anse Saint Jean:
Nadia. I hardly know anything about Nadia except that she’s new to the area, she must be somewhere from Quebec because she speaks French, she plays guitar, and would like to travel through the US. She waits tables at the cafe where I spent most of the day working, though she didn’t wait on me. She has a really lovely and warm presence and when I saw her later that evening and asked if I could take her photo she did not hesitate to say yes. This was taken on the pier, at the end of which is a covered structure with bathrooms and picnic tables. It was empty when I set up and suddenly filled up with a tour group wanting to eat their lunch right exactly where we were. Normally I crop out any other background stuff, but the wind is really working hard to co star in these photos and whipping my backdrop around. And I kind of like the other stuff back there a little exposed.
Yves B. lives in the village. We communicated- barely- in French because Yves did not speak any English and also did not hear very well. I think he just wanted to help me set up my backdrop but was agreeable to have his photo taken.
Annaka! Sweet Annaka from Kansas City, MO I saw that she had Missouri plates and immediately asked her all about what she was doing in this remote village in Quebec. She worked here for two months last summer and drove up from Missouri to visit friends and the place for a week because she fell in love with it last year. When she found out I was also traveling, she immediately invited me to stay with her on my way to Colorado. Super vibrant and warm, she’s 20, studying preventative health.