After homemade-from-scratch apple pancakes we made it 150 meters to the fishing dock to photograph the fishing boats and a single kayak that was being launched forever by a woman with tremendous upper arm muscles.

After this hard work, we obviously needed some nourishment. Speaking of apples, the little cafe and gift shop had wonderful fresh still-warm apple tarts available for $6.00. They were the size of small pies and we devoured a quarter each in the pavilion outside and packed the remaining half for later.

Well fed, we were determined to make it to New Brunswick non-stop today. That did not happen. This time it wasn’t apples but strawberries that caught our attention. Strawberries forever. This 5th generation family farm didn’t just have the most amazing strawberries we’ve had in a long time, but also strawberry wine and digestif, jams, pies and double strawberry ice cream. We tasted the wine and digestif and needless to say our van is now well stocked. A pie and two boxes of strawberries were also added to the load. The boxes of strawberries didn’t last very long but the strawberry pie is fighting with the half apple pie in the fridge. Unfortunately, they were out of the double strawberry ice cream!

Now we became serious, only looking right and left and didn’t even stop at the honey and honey wine making store. We said goodbye to beautiful Quebec for now and said hello to New Brunswick. Martin was happily entertained by four visitor information agents and came out with a library of brochures and suggestions for a campground and restaurant for the evening.

Highway 134 along the shoreline showed us small towns, some more successful than others. We switched to highway 11 (Trans-Canada) for part of the way, but other than trees on either side of the highway there wasn’t anything to see. We switched back to highway 134 and will continue to follow it because of the scenery and towns.

We found the recommended campground and enjoyed the engaging owner who presented us with a gift of two fresh mackerels which are destined to be lunch or dinner tomorrow.

Our dinner was fish as well. Fresh cod, done two ways at a lovely restaurant with a splendid waterfront, away from the road. The owner/chef of La Fine Grobe was from France and had studied linguistics in France and Saarbrücken, Germany. He came to Canada to teach, bought this property and started a bed-and-breakfast and restaurant.

We returned to the campground just before the rain storm hit, battened the hatches and went to a well deserved sleep.