Sirius Cabin @ Mont Megantic

Tuesday, October 21st, 2025

Yesterday, October 20th, we packed up & drove to the Observatory Sector of the Sépaq (Société des établissements de plein air du Québec) Park at Mont Megantic, a dark sky preserve, for the purpose of observing the Orionids Meteor Shower at its peak (October 21-23) during the new moon with zero ambient light. I had rented the Sirius rustic shelter in advance, for two nights, the minimum allowable rental. It was to have been awesome.

 

 

The hike to the cabin was not exactly rainy, tho not exactly dry, which is to say, the sky was very cloudy and the air was damp. We got to the cabin, conveniently located next to a tiny stream, and did all the useful setting-up of cabin things. In the evening, after the sun set, it was dark. Very dark. There was no ambient light. There was, in fact, no light. The clouds were thick. The air was thick. The dark sky was definitely well-preserved. We built a fire in the tiny cabin and roasted ourselves.

 

Today we went out hiking from the cabin. It was beautiful! The trees were bare, the mosses were brilliant and everywhere. I took no photographs. Again, it was not exactly rainy, tho not exactly dry. We went east then south along the Piedmont trail, 1.3 km, to the lookout at Belvédère du Soleil, at 730 m elevation. From there we continued east 0.3 km to the trail junction, then north 0.7 km to the lookout at L’Ascension, 905 m, then 0.1 km more to the lookout at La Révélation at 94o m in elevation. We took a short rest 0.4 km later at the Pèlerins cabin, 970 m in elevation, then continued on another kilometer to the top of Mont St Joseph (1075 m), the lookout at Belvédère du Levant (1030 m), and the historic church and tourist region— to which there is actually a road!— where I took some photos to give you a general idea of fogginess, tho not beauty. The fog tumbled over the top of the mountain on loose wind.

 

 

 

 

 

After procuring the obligatory photos to prove that we actually left the cabin (tho in truth we could have driven here, and there is no photographic evidence of having done otherwise), we hiked 0.9 km on Le Promenade boréale to the viewpoint Pic des Crépuscule (1060 m), 0.6 km to the point at Victoria Sud (1035 m). Somewhere along the way of the back mossy trails, we gathered a following of grey jays. They are cute because they are roundish in appearance, with light and dark grey feathers, and they look at you curiously. They hopped along after us on the empty back trails of Mont Megantic, among the fog and the dark brown trunks and the mottled fallen leaves, the end-of-season ferns gone to spore, and the myriad of brilliant greens of mosses coating rocks and earth and trees.  We lost the birds somewhere around the next intersection, 1.6 km later, or a bit thereafter.

 

After another 1.1 km we reached the junction at Col-des-Trois-Sommets (910 m), then headed back to our own cabin, 1.2 km south of there, for a total of a few km altogether. You can do the math; I put out the numbers for you. What? You’re not going to do that? You don’t care? Fine, it was about 9.2 km. I know you don’t care, but I’m keeping track of statistics here. Caring is not what it’s about.

 

In the evening, we built a fire, careful not to repeat the cooking experience from the previous night, where we all had to get naked and jump in the stream because the cabin was such a sauna. Unfortunately, after dinner, the cabin just kept heating up. Reluctantly, we slid the windows open for air. And in the darkness, darkened by thick clouds and lack of moon, darkened by the dark sky preserve, we ran outside naked to the stream to cool off.

 

 

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I took some photos of the kids playing with candles in the heat, as it is actually easier to take photos while sitting around in the dark than to take photos on a beautiful hike, despite the fact that I carried the camera specifically for the purpose of taking photos of the kids outside in the greenery of mosses. But no matter that. You’ll just have to believe me.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Despite careful planning, we saw no meteors.

Driftwood (Parc National du Fjord-du-Saguenay)

Saturday, August 23rd, 2025

 

Akiva, throwing logs to the sea,

 

 

 

finds a bigger log from the base of the bluffs

 

 

 

and rolls it to the water

 

 

 

and paddles in the bay.

 

 

 

Log in the water!

 

 

 

Iris joins him,

 

 

 

& they bounce across the bay.

 

 

 

Later, when they return to land,

 

 

 

I tell them the log is to slow erosion, so please put it back by the bluffs.

 

 

 

They move like sea turtles up the sand,

 

 

 

footprints like turtle crawls, pushing their log-boat to its nest beyond the waves.

 

 

Here the photos stop.

Pushing a log on wet sand is not too hard.

Pushing a log a up a hill of forgiving sand

requires the force of a photographer.

Hike to the Abri Trois Murs des Cèdres

Friday, August 22nd, 2025

 

I.

Early in the morning, Akiva plays toss-the-disk—

 

 

 

and Iris reads and reads as the tide recedes and recedes—

 

 

 

—and recedes.

 

 

 

II.

Middle of the day.

Every year, we hike closer closer and closer to the Abri Trois Murs des Cèdres.

We reached it for the first time! It is not an easy hike.

It is all up and down and up and down and hot, with not enough water.

Not enough water is a problem.

There is water at the shelter if you have a filter. I did not know that. I did not bring a filter.

 

When we finally arrived at the shelter, I asked the kids to pose for the camera and look happy.

They did the best they could.

 

 

 

This is the sign that tells us how far we have to go to get back to where we came from.

 

 

 

 

III.

Evening, Martin plays toss the disk.

 

 

 

Akiva works on flamboyant catches.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Iris writes & writes.

 

 

 

I can’t decide which picture I like.

 

 

 

She writes—

 

 

 

She smiles!

 

 

 

She writes.

 

 

 

IV.

Before the sun sets, I force the two together into a smile.

 

 

 

No, I mean a smile.

 

 

 

I say, “Pretend you adore each other.”

 

 

 

Iris thinks that pretending to adore her younger brother is a hilarious idea.

 

 

 

Their expressions haven’t changed significantly over the past six years:
https://barefootfool.com/goofballs-lile-du-marais/

 

 

V.

& in the end, the sun does set.

Martin boils water for dishes at the campsite and washes in the little shelter,

where there is a sink to let out dirty water and a faucet to let in brownish, brackish water.

It is dark out. The lights are on. Martin & Akiva play a game of checkers before bed.

 

 

Camping @ Parc National du Fjord-du-Saguenay, Baie Sainte-Marguerite, 2025

Thursday, August 21st, 2025

I.

Akiva plays with fire.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

II.

Martin returns with clean dishes.

 

 

 

III.

Iris in blue.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

IV.

Martin in firelight.

 

 

 

V.

Family portraits without me.

 

 

 

The Craft

Thursday, September 5th, 2024

1

Iris writes.

 

 

 

2

Martin and Akiva play ball.

 

 

 

 

3

Iris and Akiva trace shadows.

 

 

 

 

 

4

Akiva and Iris make footprints.

 

 

 

5

Martin reads.

 

 

 

6

Akiva and Iris find a pallet; I add logs.

 

 

We build a craft.

 

 

They set off!

 

 

Iris is up—

 

 

and down.

 

 

Iris and Akiva push off—

 

 

into the sunset.

 

 

 

 

 

Iris, Akiva and I hike the trail towards Tadoussac.

Wednesday, September 4th, 2024

Perhaps some year we will hike all the way there.

 

Parc National du Fjord-du-Saguenay, Baie-Sainte-Margeurite, year 4

Tuesday, September 3rd, 2024

 

 

1

Witness the strange optical illusion of inverted footprints on sand.

 

 

 

2

Cars are an important part of any camping trip.

The orange Toyota 4×4 (right) is a favorite. Most parts of it return every year.

 

 

It is one of Martin’s jobs to play with cars on rocks.

 

 

Playing with cars on rocks is always done early in the morning.

 

 

 

3

Iris takes a photo of me cooking.

 

 

 

4

I take a family portrait.

 

 

 

5

While the tide is out, the kids go climbing on an otherwise inaccessible rock.

Akiva has an easy time going up. Iris has less confidence in her grip.

 

 

Akiva demonstrates that, in addition to jumping, he can climb down the way he went up.

 

 

Iris is open to jumping— if she can get close enough to the ground first.

 

 

Two people up on top.

 

 

 

6

Iris takes a photo of me resting.

 

 

 

7

Contrary to typical engineering practices, the best sand-home engineers always build where the next high tide will cause great devastation.

 

 

 

Historic photos of the Toyota 4×4.

Playing at the beach in the morning

Friday, August 25th, 2023

 

Canal building commenced around seven in the morning.

 

 

 

The purpose of the canal was the creation of an island.

 

 

 

Digging of the pool began past eight. Akiva dug, Martin brought the reinforcement material.

 

 

 

Iris documented the days activities in her journal.

 

 

 

She drew and wrote in the morning light on a driftwood log by the bay.

 

 

 

After allowing them to admire it a bit, the rising tide lent its creative hand to Martin & Akiva’s stone ringed pool.

 

 

 

Back at camp, there was a chess tournament.

It is very difficult to get an action shot in chess.

I have never seen one.

 

 

 

This is our kitchen tent. We have our own spot on the bay with our own entrance, to the water.

It is just a bit over two kilometers from where the nearest car can drive.

There are no idling RVs, no cars driving, no speakers playing, no people walking by (usually), and there is no cell reception.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Camping @ Parc National du Fjord-du-Saguenay, Baie Sainte-Marguerite, 2023

Wednesday, August 23rd, 2023

I got Lyme disease at my folk’s house in mid-July. It was exhausting and painful.

I spent most of our camping trip sleeping on the beach.

The kids didn’t have as much fun this year, due to all my sleeping.

Martin says it was the last year we’re going, in his opinion.

He has never enjoyed camping.

It’s still the best place ever for family camping, in my opinion. I simply love it here.

 

 

deciding on the building site

 

 

 

building the foundation

 

 

 

raising the walls

 

 

 

sandcastle legs

 

 

 

playing in the bay

 

 

 

shoreline at sunset

 

 

 

children at sunset

 

Ages of Things

Tuesday, August 16th, 2022

 

 

Ten Years, Four Months, Eleven Days

 

 

 

 

 

Seven Years, Two Months, Twenty-Four Days

 

 

 

 

 

Unknown Age