Part XVIII: Sand Dunes

Hello dear readers, sorry for my absence. I took the advantage of this weekend's nice weather to return to Ormstown and Montreal. Went to the Ormstown Fair, St-Laurent street festival and saw a band with a very talented lead singer/guitarist/bassist/pianist. A 14 hour round trip but well worth the exhaustion.
Unfortunately the trip left me in a stupor and it was so hard to drag myself out of bed this morning. The day passed in a daze, I didn't get much done and found myself surfing the web for kayak trip tips with no real objective. I was content to sit in my plush office chair and read for most of the day, broken up by sending e-mails to co-workers and scanning personal e-mail accounts.
The real fun came after work.
Rosemary, Tanya, Kevin (the new guy) and I went out for coffee at cafe Boheme. We had all been cooped up all day and were looking for adventure. Adventure we found, in the *Not actually me, taken from Internet*

form of sand dunes. The Tadoussac Sand Dunes are huge cliffs of sand, bigger than your grandmother's dunes. They are really steep and the beach below looks like a little sand bar. I heard that a fun Tadoussac activity is to throw yourself down the hill and roll to the bottom. That's exactly what we did.
I reached the bottom, dizzy and discombobulated and covered from sand from head to toe. All the while laughing hysterically and trying to catch my breath from the rush.
I was soon followed by the others and we all explored the beach. We ended up climbing over some rocks and finding a hidden beach where we sang as loud as we could. It's like I was drunk but without a drop of booze. One rendition of Stop, As Long as you Love Me, Make a Man Out of You and Don't Stop Believin' later. We faced the dunes again, this time going up. It was a trek and a half, I had to stop about eight times to catch my breath. Came home to a nice sand-free shower.

Tomorrow I am planning to wake up at 4:00 AM to film the sunrise. We'll see if it actually happens.