After a quick four days, Jordan and I are back in Montreal, the bags are unpacked, the sleeping bags stashed, and the laundry done. The dishes, on the other hand, are a little behind the rest of us. I’ll get there. I swear.
Jordan and I road tripped through Quebec’s Charlevoix region. From Montreal, it takes around 4 hours to reach Baie St. Paul, the gateway to Charlevoix. The region is found north of the St. Lawrence River, passed Quebec City. It looks oh-so-tiny when compared to the massive size of the province of Quebec, but don’t be fooled, there is plenty to see (and eat and drink!) For those who need a bit of visualization, here’s my very unofficial, not at-all-exact map of where the region is.
Charlevoix is known for its rolling landscapes, bays, cheeses, and beers. The region is unique enough to have been granted UNESCO status. We spent a good deal of time pulling over into roadside viewpoints and snapping photos. But we also spent a lot of time at our campground, finding ways to put the local goods to the best and most affordable uses. The highlights of our trip included a hike in Parc national des Hautes-Gorges-de-la-Rivière-Malbaie and a bit of half-hearted whale watching in Tadoussac (not technically Charlevoix, but just across the fjords). There’ll be more on those in posts later today and this week, because I simply have too many photos for one post!
We started our official Charlevoix experience off with a stop at Microbrasserie Charlevoix in Baie St. Paul. The small city is touristy, artsy, but not overwhelmingly so, and manageable on foot. Don’t worry about finding parking or paying for metered parking. Simply head one or two blocks away from the main thoroughfare of Rue St. Jean Baptiste for some easy parking. We also stopped in for some ice cream and picked up a bit of gourmet fleur de sel chocolate from Cynthia’s Chocolaterie to save for some top notch s’mores at the campground.
Lamb burger with local 1608 cheese for him, fish and chips for her.
Yes, I still have that penchant for photographing cemeteries.
And I couldn’t resist snapping a photo when seeing this familiar sign in French.
After leaving Baie-Saint-Paul, we headed toward our campsite, moseying from viewpoint to viewpoint.
Another lovely little stop along the river is the village of Port-au-Persil. It seems like there are as many inns and B&Bs as houses in this little town, so if you’re not into camping, this would be a lovely place to stay.
Yes, it’s portrait time. Our parents always tell us that we take some nice pictures, but never with people in them. And so we tried to rectify that a bit.
Like I said, I’ll be posting a few other posts to recap our trip through Charlevoix. But I hope these pics have given you a bit of a taste of what the region looks like. That said, the shore line is not the only reason to visit the region. I cannot wait to sort through and share our hiking photos to give you the fuller image!