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A Laurentian Jaunt, Part. 3

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It was cold and rainy when we were at Mount Tremblant. Well, “cold” — it ranged between 8C and 15C (46ºF to 60ºF). As mentioned in Part 1, this was actually a good thing, as it kept away the mosquitos.

Can’t see the houses

I went walking along the multipurpose path of the P’tite Train, which took me along the banks of Lake Mercier and through woods of a different sort than I’m accustomed to in Montreal. What’s not immediately obvious on the trail is that it’s largely passing through the back yards of homes (or perhaps summer homes) ranging from quaint mountain cottages to massive classical chateaux or modernist mansions. But between these houses, there are areas of woods and rough drainages that are filled with trees, shrubs, and flowers.

Small cottage across the lake (not the one with the pontoon planes parked at the dock)

Unless you were looking, you’d barely notice that there was a modest retreat concealed in the woods.

Probably doesn’t even have more than a dozen bedrooms.

When one isn’t looking for houses, one can find all manner of interesting plants and flowers in the forest. But how wild is the forest, given that we know there are a lot of houses and gardens? In some cases, the proximity of the gardens made it difficult to differentiate between forest species and garden escapees.

Lilacs may have naturalized, but they’re not native.
Wild strawberries … could be natives!
Canadian bunchberry, native
Creeping foamflower, native
Northern Starflower, native!
Jack-in-the-pulpit, native!

Some spots look like the forest primeval, and I shouldn’t have been surprised to have seen dinosaurs wading and foraging.

Beware the brontosaurus

I did encounter a few small modern dinosaurs too.

A slightly blurry woodpecker
Who’s that knocking at the door? Who’s that bashing the gate?

This dinosaur was playful, in that it kept coming in close, hopping about, until just a fraction of a second before I could get focus, when it’d flutter off to another position.

Don’t let the colors fool you. This is a member of the mischievous family corvidae.

This was not the only trickster around. This chickadee dematerialized before my very eyes!

Our pleasant weekend passed too quickly, and unfortunately we had to return to civilization. While waiting for the bus, we had one last wilderness encounter out behind the Timmy’s — a confident, swaggering fellow who went through most of what appeared to be a fried chicken and then grabbed some other scraps to go.

Stately, plump Buck Mulligan

Thus wraps up my postings on our journey to the Laurentians. There’s a bus company that specializes in day-trips to various national parks (including some in the mountains), so this may not be our last visit there for the season. As always, anything interesting will be reported here.

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