Gaspe Peninsula, Quebec Part 3

After a breif 1.5 hour or so drive (and a stop for groceries halfway), we arrived in Frollion National Park, which is just after the actual town of Gaspe and on the easternmost part of the peninsula.

We would stay 2 nights there at separate sites within the park.

The first night was Camping des Rosiers (A on the map; called Rosebush Campground in English). This site was attached to a nice (smooth) rock beach and I would highly recommend it.

At the end of this beach there is a lighthouse said to be the tallest in Canada.

Kenting had himself a time with the driftwood. Lots to choose from.

The campsite was just off the water, which was visible through the trees.

Just missed the sunrise in the AM.

Seemingly obligatory wigwam made of driftwood, plus the obligatory Kenting pose before it:

We did a 2 hour hike to a lookout tower within the park on day 1. A steep climb for sure, but a quality view as payment at the end.

My wife seemed happy enough with it. Kenting was keeping it together, at least.

Not sure if you can make it out, but the lighthouse is visible in the distance below.

Kenting enjoyed the beaches. This was from the second campsite (B on the map). It wasn't as nice a beach or campsite, but the weather was great. If I were to anthropomorphise Kenting's expression, I would say he was pleased:

Mountain Ash trees were prevalent in this area.

Note to the world: this is how a campfire should be left when done. Not the pile of trash I regularly encounter in the fire pits upon arriving at campsites. Finishing the wood right to the end, with nothing but ash behind is basically craftsmanship as far as I'm concerned.

In the AM after our second night we hiked to Gaspe Cape. This hike had points that were reminiscent of one of the stages along the Green Gardens epic hike in Newfoundland.

Arrival at the end of the cape revealed a lighthouse.

According to the sign my wife is leaning on, this was part of the Appalachian hiking trail that extends far south into the US. Must be a hell of a hike. Maybe in my next life.

There is a 300m decline you can take to the very tip of the cape (and therefore the peninsula itself). Apparently "Gaspe" means "land's end" in the Mi'kmaq language.