Old Gonzos, new Gonzos, Aged(in deference to old) Gonzos, young Gonzos,
Gonzos from away, they were all there.
After the succesful Full Moon Night Hike Last year to the White
Mountains, even with the bad weather, this trip into Quebecquois country
was highly anticipated, and certainly turned out to be not
The core group made up of THE Sungod, Dipper, Mountain Dancer, "I'm
Selling Halifax", VIKING, Fireball, Payneless, Dudley-do-Right,
Scrounger, Packitin-Packitout, and "PUFF" left the Warnica Marina Friday
at 5:00am, picked up Popeye in Truro, proceding to Mickie D's in
Miramichie for breakie.
They were later met at our huts, La Buze and Le Geais Gris, by newbies
Bob and Maureen Carreau from Bathurst, later joined by other newbies
Bob and Mike LeClair (Bathurst) and our friends Mae West and MIME from
Montreal. Gonzos never stopped arriving as the next morning, as I was
returning from the night hike, a car pulled up to me on the highway--Ian
Blair, on his way to Ottawa, with his K9 Frosty, decided to drop by to
join us in our hike to the sunset Saturday night.
After arriving in camp early Friday afternoon and having a bite to eat,
the original idea of resting till our planned hike up Mont Albert at
11:00 pm that night seemed a waste of good time and Gonzos took off
everywhere, some going into Saint Anne des Monts for a seafood supper,
others going over to the river to preliminarily scout around for our
trail head that we would make our "clandestine" trek into the mountains
that night, while others trekked up to Lac des Ammericans for a
pedestrian 4km hike and a swim.
Now it was time to wait, and wait, and wait-interminable, for the
planned 11:00pm departure. Patience is not a Gonzo virtue. Finally at
9:30 two two decided it was time to go, then four more, the five more,
until by 10:00 the last group of myself, Dipper, "I'm Selling Halifax",
Mountain Dancer, Packitin-Packitout, Mae West, and MIME headed into the
The full moon lit the trail well but it was slow going with the need to
pick your steps carefully up the fairly steep trail. The humidity was
quite high and water would be a concern---DRINK. We were moving as a
group at about 1km per hour which included water stops and ensuring the
group was together at each stop (Mae and Mime were a bit slower) before
off we went. At about 3/4 of the way up the 6km trail my ankle became a
concern that I was maybe causing myself some permanent damage. (Last
Sunday refereeing a basketball game I had dislocated my Peroneus Longus
tendon which would still dislocate if I placed my foot on a funny angle.
Let me tell you I was placing my foot at many funny angles, one of them
just being going up hill which opens up the angle to more easily
dislocate. At this time it was dislocating every second or third step I
took. I tested it and going down hill it was much more stable.)
While waiting for Mae, and rather than go further-possibilty would be
damage to myself, slowing down the rest, requiring assistance from the
others-I decided to set up camp on the side of the mountain. The rest of
the group said they wouldn't leave me alone which I decided was dumb and
I would go on. When Mae arrived they decided they were at a nice spot in
the mountain and I would stay with them and the others would go on to
join the rest at the hut at the top where they would wait for the
sunrise and continue on down the other side of the mountain through the
Vallee to our huts. There will be another writeup giving that part of
Mae, Mime, and I found a foot bridge where we set up our tarps and
crawled into our bags around 1:30am, slept soundly till around 6:00 and
proceded down to our hut arriving around 8:30--Time for breakfast etc.
The others started to arrive around (;30 onward and it was time to eat,
shower, rest, eat, etc. waiting for the planned 6:00pm departure up Mont
Richardson for the sunset.
After lots of hydrating and telling stories the impatience of the Gonzos
again showed its character.
Around 4:00 Bob and Maureen said they were going 'NOW', Dipper decided
he to would leave, then Sungod said I'm going, then Payneless and
Viking, then Dudley, Ian and I'm Selling Halifax" The rest would remain
in camp solving the world problems over diet coke and the odd brewskie.
The 5 km hike up Mont Richardson was basically uneventful. I found if I
placed my foot carefully it would only dislocate every 5 minutes or so,
and we arrived at the lookoff to the west in a couple hours--------3
hours before sunset.
After playing word games, and having some nice conversations, and
looking across at Mont Xalibu, we were getting bored it was off down
the mountain to watch the "beautiful" sunset half way down. It was still
As in most trips, the finish moves very quickly, it was back to camp,
bite to eat, into bed, up at 5:00 am and onward home.
In Campbelton, Mountain Dancer, Dipper, and myself (the 3 pigs) did an
extra climb. Read Dippers article for detail
Until the next time.
Cheers, love and kisses
Sungod, BIRDER, and C.S. Lewis