Day 4 of catch‑up, and if everything keeps lining up, we’ll finally roll into our originally booked campsite in PEI on Sunday for a well‑earned five‑night stay.
We pulled out of Terrebonne, just north of Montreal, and followed the Saint Lawrence River toward New Brunswick. Our first stop was Trois‑Rivières, perched where the Saint‑Maurice meets the Saint Lawrence. Founded in 1634 as New France’s second permanent settlement, the town still wears its French heritage proudly—narrow streets, old‑world architecture, and a distinctly European feel. We wandered around admiring the buildings before settling into a café for a proper cup of coffee.
Even managed to find my own street!
From there we continued to Rivière‑du‑Loup, known—somewhat infamously—for a Cold War–era nuclear incident. A U.S. Air Force B‑50 dropped a damaged nuclear bomb, which was intentionally detonated before impact, scattering about 100 pounds of uranium. Not exactly a cheerful claim to fame, but the shoreline walk along the Saint Lawrence was peaceful enough for a leg stretch.
The final stretch into New Brunswick was less charming. About 30 km from the campsite the skies opened, and the rain hammered down in sheets, turning the last 20 km into a tense crawl. With daylight fading, we dropped the trailer at the site and doubled back 15 minutes for food. Good call—setting up in the dry was a small victory. By the time we returned, the trailer was getting a full power‑wash courtesy of the heavens.
Nights like this make us very grateful we’re doing this trip with a trailer and not a tent.
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