I got back from spending 3 days in a small village 232 km north of Montreal called Chutes St Philippe. It is a quiet place visited in summer by fishermen, in the fall by hunters and in winter by snowmobilers. This is off -season for them now as the snowmobile trails have melted too much to be of use. Unfortunately the weather was not great, it was cloudy and it rained on and off. We managed to visit nonetheless and saw a charming covered bridge, but no Clint Eastwood lurking around it.
The view of that river was very romantic
We took a sleigh ride at night, which included a stop for drinks and songs around a campfire. The theme was definitely western…
We got to fish for our lunch. Which was much too easy to be fun. But the rainbow trout was very fresh and delicious.
But the highlight of our stay was definitely the deer that came to feed on our doorstep. I know that it is not ecologically sound to feed wild animals…but what could I do?…except enjoy them! During the day we could see them crossing the lake in the distance, but at dusk they came much closer. First there was one, then another then a third and within an hour there was a dozen of them right in front of our door. They are surprising animals: a rather large body atop spindly legs, a very delicate muzzle framed by big ears. Beautiful eyes that seem lined with kohl and of course, when they turn their back and run away: the tell tale tail: fluffy and pointed to the sky.
Over the course of just a few hours we saw the snow disappear from the lake leaving in its place the shiny surface of water covered ice.
