Quebec - Gaspe Peninsula Ride

by Hidden Trails 02/06/2007

Rural countryside, charming inns, French-Quebecoise cuisine, excellent horses.



Even the horse spoke French, or at least understood French commands, on our six-day around the Gaspé Peninsula last fall.

This was the second weeklong horseback trip my husband and I have taken with Hidden Trails. Their services were excellent and they have the experience and knowledge to match our ideas of a riding tour with the right trip.  Two years earlier, we headed into the Rock Mountains of Colorado for six days, camping out each night, so sinking into a warm bed after a hot shower every night seemed an appealing alternative - so this time we chose an inn-to-inn ride.

The rural peninsula area was just as wild and beautiful as the Rockies, if not as high.  And it was fun being immersed in the French Canadian culture, even if our horses often exhibited a better command of the language than we did (not everyone in French Québec can, or will, speak English.)

Though we ride fairly regularly, it was the most intense horseback trip we’ve ever experienced. With more than 100 miles to cover on five riding days, we spent more hours in the saddle every day, with frequently changing tempos and terrain, than riders usually experience even on long rides.

Along with the riding, we enjoyed charming country inns, beautiful scenery, sore muscles, good food and friendly people.

We assembled on the last Sunday in August and finished on the first Saturday in September.  Here’s how our adventure went:

The riders assemble

On a cool evening a group of riders gathers at the Une Ferme en Gaspesie (A Farm in Gaspesie,) an inn just outside the tiny town of Mont Joli. We had driven up the western coast of the peninsula from Quebec City, a gorgeous five-hour trip, arriving in time for dinner.

The eight riders assembled for the trip range from a 23 year-old who has been riding half her life to a 60 –year-old grandmother who took up riding just four years ago.  Other than all being from the United States, we seem to have little in common except for one, unifying thing ─a passion for horses.

Our innkeeper, Pierre Dufort, is a jolly, fervent French Canadian who is proud of his austere, spotless inn and the fine food he serves.  For dinner we have a choice of six entrees:  lamb, pheasant, rabbit, pork, beef or shrimp.  Only the shrimp isn’t from Pierre’s farm.  It came from Matane, a fishing village 12 miles away.  The vegetables were picked fresh from the garden outside the kitchen door. The desserts are rich.

Shortly before dinner is served, we meet our guide Pierre with his wife Bonnie and who will lead us for the next days.  Pierre has been running horse trips in the area for many years.

The first night, Pierre sizes us up, matching our abilities with specific mounts. 

Day Two: At a gallop

Saddling up for the first day, we’re on the trail by 9:30 after a breakfast of crepes, waffles, bacon and sausage.  We are scheduled to roam through the Tartigou River Valley and along the Evergreen Trail, a tunnel of conifers so dense it nearly blocks out the sun.  At one point, Pierre orders the horses into a canter and they fly along almost silently on the soft floor of pine needles.  For a moment, when the trail turns, I lose sight of my co-riders and it seems I’m galloping alone, brushing past the trees, my hat blown back, my hair flying from the strong strides of Ti Loup, my Canadian-bred horse.

Too soon, we round a curve and I see the now-familiar sign coming down the line of riders; a fist, raised in the air and pumping up and down. Ti Loup (French for “Little Wolf” ─ an irony because he is a huge draft horse) sees the signal about the same time I do and eases back into a bone-jarring trot.

Pierre keeps the tempo changing, rarely staying at a walk for more than 15 minutes. Riders are expected to post during trots.  As we ride in, we pass large pastures full of skittish red deer, who shy from our horses. We ride up to the back door of the farmhouse, shuck off our boots and enter the homey kitchen.

Although the woman inside speaks only French, we show our appreciation for her simple but hearty meal. In the afternoon, we ride through a massive maple forest. As the sun begins to set, we ride along the edges of fields with freshly bailed hay waiting to be stored for the approaching harsh winter.  In the distance, we see the sparkling St. Lawrence Seaway, a constant companion on this trip.  We arrive at our evening destination, Lac Malcom, the only hotel we visit during the trip and the only accommodations with private bathrooms. Some of the riders swim or boat in the lake, others nap before dinner.


Day Three: Blueberries, hills

After treating the hotel owner’s children to a quick ride, we head out along back-country roads where local drivers are considerate of the horses, slowing or even stopping to allow riders to pass. Crossing into a balsam forest, we take trails and dirt roads to the home of a blueberry farmer, where the owner has lunch waiting. Dessert is a yummy blueberry cake.

The afternoon takes us into the Chic Choc Hills, including some rather steep climbs. But Pierre decides against climbing the highest of the hills, which is 1,350 ft above sea level, so we miss out on the promised panoramic view that would allow us to see all the way to the Atlantic Ocean.  The weather is just too hot for the horses.  Of course, temperature is relative. For Canadians, where winters are severe and below-Zero temperatures common, 75 degrees is warm.  That’s where the thermometer hovers this week, very high for early September, and our guides apologize.  But we find it perfect riding with the August heat wave we left behind in Atlanta.

As the afternoon winds down, Pierre and Heather take us to a hidden pool, complete with waterfall. Only Pierre and two of the riders are brave enough to dive in, but the rest of us enjoy dipping our feet in the chilly water.

During one of the climbs, we’re afforded a brilliant view of the St. Lawrence, where boats and ships slip up from the Quebec area, heading for the open sea.  Our stop for the evening is Le Jardin de Giver (The Garden of Frost), owned by Dinette and Gerald Couture.  Pierre helped build the inn, which is beautifully decorated with polished wood furniture, local artwork and dozens of pictures. Ginette prepares lush breakfasts that include French toast, four homemade jams and soft-boiled eggs. Dinners are three-course gourmet affairs that include cream of tomato soup, stuffed squash, lentil pilaf and braised beef. Vegetables are picked an hour or two before each meal, and each plate is decorated with edible flowers from the garden.  After dinner, Ginette entertains guests with her lovely singing and piano playing.  Later, we step outside and discover the Milky Way looking like a streak of cotton streaming across the sky with tiny Christmas lights twinkling within.


Day Four:  Logging miles

We will be staying at Le Jardin de Givre again tonight, so Pierre pulls out detailed maps to show us today’s route.  We returnto the Chic Choc Hills, often taking logging roads.  On many of the dirt roads, felled trees are stacked, sometimes more than 10 feet high, waiting to be dragged away. 

We pass a logger hauling downed trees to the roadside, and Pierre stops to chat.  He has permission to cross many owners’ land because his tours bring much-need money into the area.

Pierre identifies plants and trees for the riders. But with 10 horse clumping along, we see little wildlife, except for a covey of grouse we scare up this morning on another dirt logging road.  Lunch is at a trout farm where several riders volunteer to catch tonight’s dinner.  In the ponds ─ just small holes where we can see hundreds of fish swimming near the bottom ─ it takes less than 10 minutes to catch eight trout (two of the riders are vegetarians).  Heather and Pierre clean the fish, and then a local woman, who also drops off lunch, drives the catch back to Le Jardin de Givre where Ginette will prepare it.

In the afternoon, the ride heads through fields and past farms as we work our way toward a group of giant windmills that produce electricity for nearly 300 homes. The windmills, up to 240 feet high, overlook the St. Lawrence and the Atlantic.

As we race up the hill where the windmills stand majestically, one rider is thrown, although not seriously injured, when his horse spooks at a piece of white plastic sheeting that six other horses ran right past.

“Our first fall of the season,” Pierre says with a sigh.  The man’s wrist is slightly sprained, but he continues the ride.

Riders can war helmets if they choose, but it’s not required.  Heather says safety hasn’t been a big problem, but people have quit mid-ride because of the ride’s rigors. 

“We try to let people know this is a strenuous ride so we can avoid that.” Heather says, “Because no one’s happy when that happens.”

Later, back at Le Jardin de Givre, Ginette brings out the perfectly cooked whole fish, and Pierre gives us a quick lesson in how to easily debone a trout.


Day Five: Country Roads

Today’s ride covers all types of terrain, from forests to farms to country roads. We cross the South White river, allowing the horses to drink from the cool, fast-running water. Lunch is pulled from our saddlebags and enjoyed by a lovely lake.  We ride country roads in the afternoon.  The rides are a bit longer each day, and even Heather admits to being sore by Thursday.  This is the only day we don’t ride to our inn. We leave the horses at a barn outside of Padoug and are driven into town, where we stay at La Villa Clocher, an old church rectory that has been restored into a stunning bed and-breakfast.

Dinner is a traditional fondue, and Pierre jokes that anyone who drops anything into the hot oil must help clean the horses in the morning. Actually, riders can do as much or as little as they want on the ride. If you want to feed, brush and saddle your horse daily, you may, or you can let the Pruneaus do it all.


Day Six:  Tired, satisfied

We ride though the rolling meadows and scrubby pine forests on our way to an organic farm in Baie Des Sables (Sandy Bay), where owner Lise Beaulieu has lunch waiting. After serving us quiche, salsa, homemade bread and pie, Lise takes us on a tour of her farm.

The afternoon ride goes into the small town of Les Boules before turning to the St. Lawrence shoreline, where we walk the horses for four miles, while searching the water for seals, eider ducks and cormorants bouncing with the ocean waves.

The walk along the shore culminates in the 1 ¼ mile “Bonsai Canter.” Pierre says the ride is names for a pine that once stood at the end of the run that looked like a bonsai tree. When Pierre gives the signal, the pack begins running. Hats blow back hair flies up and the horses seem to enjoy the run as much as the riders.

Then we ride several more hours, winding our way back to Une Ferme en Gaspesie and our original innkeeper, Pierre.

We are a tired group, but we are also happy. We have made new friends and have become better equestrians.

After dinner, Pierre pours a special local drink and offers a toast to the ride, our guides and our success.

We raise our glasses to toast Pierre and Bonnie and knock back a shooter of rum and maple syrup, shouting  “Tzigidou.”

Loose translation?   “Everything is all right.”

Sandra Eckstein
Lithonia, Georgia  USA


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7/5/2011 3:02:01 AM #

The Gaspe Peninsula Ride does no longer exist. The owner sold the property, horses etc and moved away. It is a real shame , because it was an excellent ride.

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