Moose hunters still love their mothers.....

Thoughts of Gaspesie:
The properties were nestled one after another along the entire coast - city-lot-sized spaces between them but giant yards in front and back were almost consistently covered with freshly mown grass. I didn't see one vegetable garden. I guess the focus is on fish (and in hunting season, moose) - not sure where fresh produce comes from. Even flower beds were rare which makes me wonder about length of the growing season. One medium - sized hydrangea in the middle of the lawn seemed to be the extent of gardening.
The yards and houses are immaculate. We can't remember seeing one yard that wasn't tidy or one house that needed painting. Some houses are painted bright colours - blue being a favourite.
And the people? Well, our best example other than our hilarious experience at the B&B was another encounter on the drive out. Bill noticed two middle-aged guys leaning against a row of lobster traps so he made a U-turn on the highway and pulled into the driveway. Opening the window, he said, "Hi! Anglais?" and both guys came rushing over, one of whom stood with his head almost in the car window in order to tell us, in thick Quebecois English about his current plans: going moose hunting this afternoon with a cross bow. He ran inside to bring it out and show it off. Bows and arrows or cross bows are allowed for these two weeks, then guns. He got a moose last year and filled his freezer with 400 pounds of meat and he hopes to do it again. He gave us more detail than you want but was so thrilled to speak English and make jokes that we didn't get out of the driveway for ten minutes!The final comment followed Bill's remark about getting old. "Don't worry, my mother is 100!" says the guy. The other one retorts, "And she's pregnant!"