We left Trois Rivieres in good time, crossed the St Lawrence and made our way south through Quebec. I hadn't realized how much of the province was south of the river. It was rolling country with cattle and crops, small towns and silver roofed churches and houses. We went around a couple of lakes and through the town of Lac Magantic with it bulldozed centre and redirected traffic. It is an idyllic spot on the lake with large, tidy homes and wooded hills, now associated with a tragic train crash and massive, destructive, deathly fire.
We stopped for lunch, before crossing into Maine, at a picnic spot beside the lake.
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| A lookout tower gave us a view of Lac Magantic. |
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| View from the top. |
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| Silver roofed church across the lake. |
Waiting to use the Porta Potty at the picnic stop I was informed by another patron, in a combination of English and French that it was full, his parting wish as I entered it: "Good
chance". We crossed the border into Maine, answering the questions of a very pleasant American customs officer who hoped we had a nice holiday. More hilly country and lots of forest. There were frequent signs warning of leaping deer and strolling moose as we were in what the signs call a High Hit Area. Didn't see a single deer or moose but we saw plenty of wild turkeys that we warned about the coming of Thanksgiving.
Finally we arrived at Rockland, stopped for groceries and wine, and then to South Thomaston.
The house we are staying in is an old clapboard with tall ceilings, steep stairs, narrow doors, antiques and lots and lots of welcoming character.
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| Gingerbread on the dormers. |
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| Old bottles on the kitchen window. |
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| A hooked rug on a wide plank floor |
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| Front door wreath with lobster claws. |
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| Oysters for sale nearby |
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| From the tidal river behind the house. |
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