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As we set out to the mainland, the air swells with pregnant fog. It's like peering through wax paper as the boat pushes into folded waves. Ripples vanish even before they form.
We've joined a group of daytrippers for a tour to Île Nue de Mingan, which sprouts with nature's flowerpots. It's a stone chessboard laid bare by high winds. Beauty, in nakedness.
Botticelli would be proud.
It's a nice, free trip where we're somehow the only ones not sporting bright red lifejackets – until the horrified captain notices us shivering. An Indigenous member of the tour picks a stick up off the stone beach and tells us it has come from the mainland. It's been gnawed by a beaver.
And there are none here.
Unfortunately, what's gnawing at me now is that we have to cover 1,800 kilometres by the end of day tomorrow.
And we don't reach our car until near noon.
Vitals:
- Time: 8 hours
- Distance: 668.9 kms
- Province: Québec
- Weather: Fog, burning off into beauty
- Wildlife: Porcupine
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