The last batch of Quebec photos, I promise...
Zoom in to spot Nimue in the longhouse at the Huron site in Wendake:
She was right under the canoe.
Later, she pretended to be an inukshuk
Lest you think Nimue was the only mimic in the bunch, here's Chad:
Nimue responds to parental goofiness by trying (and failing) to re-orient the cannon toward us.
A little bit of rain was not a problem.
We climbed the remains of an old mill along the Jacques-Cartier River.
Nimue played with dried-out mud
and we discovered a road lined with old bread-baking outbuildings. If you look closely, you see that this one was built in 1652.
Chad and I rode by Montmorency Falls, where I noted that it looked to be about the same size as Snoqualmie Falls (default from my youth of what a waterfall should be).
When I got home, I looked up the stats:
Montmorency Falls: 84 meters tall, 46 meters wide
Snoqualmie Falls: 82 meters tall, 28 meters wide
so my eyes and memory are not so bad.
Some nights Nimue was all to ready to go to bed,