Gaspé Peninsula.

Ahh, the wilderness, how I've missed you...

We spent four nights on the Gaspé Peninsula, two of which in Forillon National Park.
The scenery was wonderful, beaches everywhere you look, sea birds flying overhead, waves crashing on the beach, wind rushing through the trees, high cliffs towering above us, moose quietly eating the new growth in the clear cuts, beavers happily building their beaver dams.
The Gaspé was unlike anything we've seen yet. The fog was the only downside, but even that was beautiful hanging softly over the cliffs.

We hiked on the International Appalachian Trail, for a short time, well on our way to Cap-Gaspé Lighthouse (at the tip of the park). The fog still lingered, so there wasn't much of a a view, but with the waves crashing below us and the smells of ocean spray in the air, you had a good sense of the surroundings.

Driving back to Buggie that night, we spotted a family looking at a beaver pond, of course we stopped as well.
We watched as three beavers swiam across their little pond, building a dam. The fattest little guy would bring arm loads of mud from the bottom of the pond and dump it on the wall, the next beaver, a smaller one, would hunt for sticks and plop them on the wall. The last beaver just swam around, not to sure what his job was..

Here's the fatty, with his mud.

Of course the other family and us started to attract attention from other drivers, before we knew it, there was around 25 people watching the happy little beavers.
We soon drove on, and just down the road we spotted a porcupine waddling off the road, into the bush. We were getting some good animal views today, now just to see that darn moose....

Mr. Porcupine!

Five minutes from entering the Buggie site, we make our last turn and there she is; the moose. The day is complete. We have spotted our moose.

She's there, keep looking.

 Just before leaving the park, we took a morning drive to a beautiful little view point. 

Down the road from the Gaspé, we reached Perce rock. arriving in the town, we drove down Buggies steepest hill yet, at 17%.

Coming down the hill to the town of Perce, and Perce rock. 

The rock!

At our last Buggie site in Quebec, mum and I rode around a quiet little trail, near the site. On the way back, I stop at a unfamiliar sound... But I know what it must be; a beaver. Yup, there he is chewing away at his tree branch. I was in shock, he was no more then five feet away, could it get any better? Mr. Happy Beaver grabbed his branch, and waddled away into the pond, it was the perfect beaver viewing experience.

ETR: Soon! 

Gabe ;)