At the end of the trail, about 2 miles in, is a boat tour, It was full, so I didn't go out. That's okay.
There's no road or water access from the nearby sea, the end of the St. Lawrence, so they had to bring the boat in pieces. By helicopter.
Look closely and you'll see the banks of the stream are filled with wild irises.
I'm staying at a hostel housed in a converted community hospital. It could be spooky, but it's kind of sweet—babies were born here, medicines mixed. Paul's room proclaims he is the Director of Nursing. Downstairs is a library and physical therapists still see patients. Also there's a pirate radio station. Look for a separate post on my design blog about the period equipment.