I leave Forillon for Perce to see the well photographed Rocher Perce. Departing Perce I gear up for some imminent rain. It's a wise decision as I head into black clouds and then rain that doesn't stop until mid afternoon. Cold and wet I arrive in Pointe-a-la-Garde. A small town near the border of Quebec and New Brunswick. A crazy but rich local decided in the 1980's that he wanted to live in a castle, so he built one (out of wood) it's now a hotel that also had a dorm. I spend the night here after a candle lit dinner in the castle.