It has blown hard from the Northeast for two days straight. Sadly, I need to go Northeast. Sadder still is that the bridge spanning the St Lawrence at Quebec City is in clearly visible from where I took this picture.
This late in the season, and so far into this trip, it is a new kind of torture to be pinned to the shore by an unfavourable wind.
Adding to the misery is knowing that wind over current over tide would render any effort, Herculean or otherwise, pointless. Unless one is interested in going backwards while paddling forward while getting wet. I, for one, am not. As I have yet to see anyone else in a canoe on the St Lawrence, I figure it’s safe to say no one else is either.
Today, the wind died as the tide turned to flood. There was no way I could get to Quebec City before dark and the coulda woulda shoulda oughta doubts creep to the fore.