Last night after arriving Forillion National Park (or “Parc de Forillion as the Canucks say) and the hostel I am staying in (yes, it's actually in the park), the hostel owner told me about a must do hike.  I awoke this morning ready to hit the trail, but was greeted with drizzling rain & dense fog.  After hearing that the fog would prohibit me from seeing the awesome sights from the trail, I decided instead to just go for a short ride around the park. Just like my time at Parc du Saguenay, it was just me roaming around Forillion.  Actually, there were a few workers attending to maintenance, but I was able to communicate with them as well as was able to communicate with the half-dozen black bears I saw while riding (I don't speak French).  So, I have no first hand information about the lighthouse I came upon (since I don't read French either): A view from the area of the lighthouse: Sure, it would have been nice to have it be warm, dry, and sunny, but I found it awe-inspiring and beautiful just the same.... As for the hostel I'm staying in, more information can be found: HERE. I absolutely love hostels and this is a good one... wonderful people (owner & attendants), unbeatable location (proximity to the park entrance + across the street from the water!).  Heck, it's cheaper to stay here ($21/nt) warm, dry, with WiFi access, and use of a well-equipped kitchen than it is to camp in the park (with the rain and cold)!  Here is the outside of the hostel: The kitchen: Dining room: Within a 5 minute walk was a small general store that I decided to patron.  I thought only Southerners back in the US sold fireworks in rural general stores!  Who knew the French of the Gaspe Peninsula were such pyromaniacs? I also came across this while perusing the various selections: Dang, if it weren't for the non-English words I would have thought I really was back in the South!  I asked one of the employees if he spoke English and he said (as many do) “A little”.  So, I proceeded to ask about the taste of the molasses and if he knew if this was the same molasses that can be found in the US.  He seemed to be having trouble with the word “taste”, so I pointed to my tongue.  Guess what he does... goes in a back room, returns with a spoon, and proceeds to open the carton.  “Here, maybe if you drink you can know” he says: More to come later.... AGirl Copyright © 2006-2009, All Rights Reserved.