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This is one of my personal favorites. We were searching for
a place to stay on the tiny, lovely Isles aux Coudres after the spectacular ferry ride
across. The sun left its last impression on a line of picnic tables before scooting down
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We saw many moose crossing signs, but not
one moose! It could have something to do with it being hunting season. At one point, we
were driving along when all of a sudden, a pheasant flew over our car. To our left, a
hunter jumped out of the bushes with his gun, in pursuit of the pheasant and aiming at it
over our car. No wonder the moose were hiding! 
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