Two museums

Nancy Wright, who plans our trips, always does a great job, but this year she has been exceptional in laying out routes that give us the opportunity and time to take advantage of sights along the way.  On Sunday, we only rode 16 miles from Cap d'Ous to Gaspe.  We set out about 9 a.m. and arrived at our destination about 4 p.m.  And we missed one of the stops along the way.  I'm trying to figure out how five of us failed to see a World War II bunker.

We did manage to find the Mic Mac Interpretive Site, where we spent a couple of hours learning about this First Nations tribe, as Native Americans define themselves in Canada, and how they lived in the 17th century.  It was one of the best of such places I've ever seen.  From there we went on the Museum of the Gaspesie to get the white man's point of view.  That museum had a great exhibit on the development of tourism in the region.  I grew up with stories of the dirt roads my mother drove on here in the 1930's, so it was great fun to see old movies of travel in that era.  We also read part of a biker's journal from 1945, full of comments about mud and haversacks, a far cry from our trip.

"By the shining big sea water..."

This wigwam would have been a summer home for 10-12 people.

Our guide explaining a bear trap.

Georgia O'Keeffe on sky and water in the Gaspesie.

A contemporary take on the water and cliffs of the Gaspesie.