Here is a pic of me and my brother (I’m in front) sitting on the fence in front of Perce Rock, which is a rock formation in the gulf of Saint Lawrence just off the tip of the Gaspé peninsula.
I believe this was summer 1968. I gotta say that the magic of those trips have never been duplicated. I could stay in a 10 star hotel in the greatest place on earth and the excitement would never match my childhood summer vacations.
I guess it’s something you loose when you age.
Photo and Story credit: “Written Roadie” Gary