Beaver Tails Nordic Ski Club

Well the weather did not look too good but the local radar gave a possible 2hrs so Linda and went to Cap St Jacques expecting no one to be there and we could have an early coffee. But no, there were two people patiently waiting and suddenly four more arrived, so the dye was cast we had to go. I was just setting up my gps to measure the walk when Ron M said we do not need a gps I know Cap St Jacques like the back of my hand. I pointed out that the ski tracks were absent in summer but Ron was undaunted and was duly elected leader for the day.
So off we went following the rabbit trail, sighting a couple of herons on the way and soon reached the farm where we came upon a friendly goat and another goat who was going through an identity crisis, see photo.
The team was now in full flight as the moisture in the air seemed to be coming more oppressive so at the junction with the squirrel we opted for
the shorter trail. Strangely enough we never met another soul and the beach was totally deserted, I bet everyone else was enjoying a coffee. Everything went well apart from a short time when we appeared to walking along the edge of a field, a little bushwhack was necessary to get back on the trail, apparently Ron was looking at the wrong back of the hand at the time. Our adventure was not to end soon as we left the ski trails and went down the walking trails, more back of the hand stuff, necessitating a couple of hops over fallen trees then we were back on familiar ground and at the Visitors Centre. We had just let our guard down when we were swarmed by a Biker gang, a very dubious looking group although a couple looked a bit ancient. Richard C soon smooth talked our way out of the confrontation and a pleasant few moments were spent with the group who turned out to be refugees from the tribe of CCB’s.
So after about 9kms of walking in a couple of hours we finally got our Coffee.