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A family adventure in Canada, with whales so close you can touch them

From staying in a yurt overlooking majestic fjords to booking a whale-watching cruise – and coming up close and personal with the enormous creatures – here is how a family of four enjoyed their family vacation in Quebec, Canada.

A family adventure in Canada, with whales so close you can touch them

A humpback whale in the St Lawrence River near Tadoussac, Quebec, Canada, Sep 18, 2021. (Photo: Tony Cenicola/The New York Times)

The trail to our yurt was narrow, muddy and peppered with tiny ceramic and plastic gnomes, fairies and bears. My eight-year-old daughter, clutching her stuffed giraffe and gingerly avoiding the knotty roots, spotted a miniature tiger, crouched at the base of a pine tree.

She was too weary to offer it anything more than a casual nod as she trudged along behind her father and 11-year-old brother, weighted down by her pink sequinned backpack and the six-and-a-half hours we’d spent on the road from Montreal to get here, to a town called Sacre-Coeur that hugs the Saguenay River in the Cote-Nord region of Quebec.

It was late June 2019 and we had come here in search of whales, traveling roughly 300 miles northeast from Montreal, crossing the Saguenay by ferry, and driving the final mile on a dirt road to meet our innkeeper, who was eager for us to finish this last leg of our journey before nightfall.

We were staying about 10 miles from Tadoussac, a picturesque town where the Saguenay meets the St Lawrence River. The waterway is part of a protected marine park where about six species of whales can be regularly seen from May to the end of October as they feed in the deep, nutrient-rich waters of the St Lawrence estuary, making for a spectacular place to whale watch.

Tadoussac, Quebec, Canada on Sep 19, 2021. (Photo: Tony Cenicola/The New York Times)

I had booked the trip on a whim, finding a listing on Airbnb, and constructing a family vacation around the idea of sleeping in a supercharged tent. At the time, the trip felt like the beginning of a new chapter for our family. Our children were getting older, and could tolerate long drives, loose plans and hikes weighted down by luggage. We could explore corners of the world together.

Now, looking back on that time, after a year-and-a-half spent trudging through a pandemic and travelling only minimally, I no longer see that trip as a beginning. I see it instead as our last unencumbered adventure, one where our worries were limited to catching ferries, avoiding mosquitoes and spotting sea creatures.

In August, Canada reopened its borders to fully vaccinated American travellers, making such a trip possible once again. With proof of vaccination and a negative COVID-19 test, a family could repeat this relatively COVID-19-safe itinerary, although some attractions may be closed or only partially open, and unvaccinated children under 12 must follow Canadian testing and safety requirements.

Yet for me, this option still feels tenuous. My daughter, now 10, is not eligible for the vaccine, and with cases rising again, I am hesitant to travel such a huge distance with her. The Centers for Disease Control and Prevention considers Canada a Level 3, high risk destination, and advises unvaccinated citizens to avoid nonessential travel there. I wonder when we’ll be able to travel so freely again. And so, the adventure we had feels like one plucked from a world I can no longer reach, not unlike watching the water, waiting for a whale to crest.

A yurt near the Saguenay Fjord in Sacre-Coeur, Quebec, Canada, Sep 18, 2021. (Photo: Tony Cenicola/The New York Times)
The interior of a yurt near the Saguenay Fjord in Sacre-Coeur, Quebec, Canada, Sep 18, 2021. (Photo: Tony Cenicola/The New York Times)

WHERE ARE THE WHALES?

We started the trip by driving from our home in New Jersey, through New York, to Montreal, where we stayed for a few days. We then continued on to Cote-Nord, where we would spend three nights surrounded by the boreal forest and the dramatic Saguenay fjords as we looked for humpback, minke, fin, beluga and blue whales.

As we climbed a ridge that first evening, the forest tunnel view opened, revealing our white canvas yurt overlooking the Saguenay hundreds of feet below, and the majestic fjords, part of the Saguenay Fjords National Park. From the deck outside our yurt, we had an unobstructed, and private, window onto this wonder.

Our innkeeper told us to watch for a pair of belugas that had been playing in the water all morning. The nearby Sainte-Marguerite Bay is their breeding ground and nursery. Unlike the other whales that only travel through, the belugas, primarily an Arctic species, live here year round. From this distance, he told us, they might look like white caps on the water.

The children immediately inspected their new dwelling, marvelling at the propane stove, the trickle of running water from a kitchen sink and the dry toilet full of sawdust. (A surprisingly charming wooden outhouse a few feet from the yurt was for major bathroom runs.) The circular space had two bedrooms, a wall of windows facing the fjords and a glass dome ceiling to view the stars. We’d arrived too late to find a market to restock our dwindling supply of groceries, and so finished up what we had for dinner – a few slices of cheese and salami on sandwich bread. The children grumbled through the disappointing meal.

The St Lawrence River at sunrise near Tadoussac, Quebec, Canada, Sep 18, 2021. (Photo: Tony Cenicola/The New York Times)

We awoke the next morning to a stunning view of the fjords, blanketed in fog. There were no belugas in sight, but plenty of mosquitoes, huge, determined and ready to attack. We put on long sleeves and swatted our way back to the car, the welts already forming. I had booked a whale-watching cruise leaving from Tadoussac, and was anxious to catch the boat.

We wound our way past the hotel and down to the dock, where the boat awaited us, along with busloads of tourists from Quebec City, about three-and-a-half hours away. (The cruise company we used has trips available this season until mid-October.) It is unusual to see giant species like the blue whale swimming in a river, hundreds of miles from the open ocean. Yet they come to the estuary to feed, traveling along the St Lawrence’s deep Laurentian Channel and mingling with other smaller species, like the beluga.

A boat looks for whales in the St Lawrence River near Tadoussac, Quebec, Canada, Sep 18, 2021. (Photo: Tony Cenicola/The New York Times)
A humpback whale in the St Lawrence River near Tadoussac, Quebec, Canada, Sep 18, 2021. (Photo: Tony Cenicola/The New York Times)

On the upper deck of the ship, passengers jockeyed for position as the captain announced sightings – fin whales had been spotted to the north. I craned my neck over the other passengers, tracking the dark water with my binoculars. On the horizon, I glimpsed the greyish plumes from their blowholes dusting the air. Their backs emerged, smooth discs best seen through binoculars. My daughter, barely able to clear the railing, could see nothing. My son, his view blocked by other passengers, leaned against a post, frustrated and bored.

The cruise ended and I worried that we’d overpromised the children – whales do not appear on command and it was possible we’d finish our vacation without ever spotting one up close. As we walked back to town, we stopped at an ice cream shop for consolation, and then had a light dinner, seated outside at a microbrewery overlooking the bay. The brewery was bustling that evening with patrons chatting in French. We shared pizza and a charcuterie platter, and took in the crisp summer breeze.

‘I FELT A SWOOSH TO MY LEFT…’

The next morning, I awoke determined to see whales. We headed about 30 miles north up Route 138 to a nature centre (open until mid-October) in Les Escoumins, the northern boundary of the marine park. The outpost had an educational centre, a scuba-diving base and rocks where we could sit on the banks of the St Lawrence.

A guide suggested we circle back to another centre, Cap-de-Bon-Desir, with a red-and-white lighthouse, also open until mid-October. Minkes had been spotted there earlier in the day and he thought we might have better luck there. Once we arrived at Cap-de-Bon-Desir, we followed a path lined with birch trees down to the rocky banks. A few other families were there, too, sitting on the rocky banks of the river.

The Cap-de-Bon-Desir lighthouse in Tadoussac, Quebec, Canada, Sep 19, 2021. (Photo: Tony Cenicola/The New York Times)

The children played in small pools of water on the rocks. They were full of zooplankton, the food that makes this water so nutritious. The river looked massive and peaceful, but I saw no whales.

My son and husband wandered off to find a bathroom. I leaned in close to my daughter, who was holding vigil over a bee my son had rescued from the water. As I knelt beside her, I felt a swoosh to my left. I looked up to see, rising from the water just a few feet beyond my reach, a minke whale so close I could see the barnacles on its skin, and hear its heavy breath exhale. I gasped as this giant creature of the sea surfaced, nearly breaching. And then it was gone, vanishing into the deep trench of cold, rich water.

My son and husband returned moments later to learn about what they’d missed. Give it 15 or 20 minutes, we were told by a guide who was on the rocks, and the minke would return for air. There were at least two of them, she said, maybe three. And so we waited. As we sat on the rocky land, they emerged, one at a time, their breath a deep groan, their backs slick. Because the water drops off almost immediately offshore, the minkes are known to edge close to land.

And they did, lifting their heads so high that we could see their mouths. At other times, they’d surface far in the distance, offering us only a glimpse of their back and dorsal fin. In between visits, we’d scan the stillness, waiting, looking for a sign. My son would jump and point if he saw one first, and we’d all snap our heads as it emerged briefly from a world we could barely comprehend. And then they were gone, off to feed somewhere else.

A restaurant overlooking the Saguenay Fjord in Sacre-Coeur, Quebec, Canada, Sep 18, 2021. (Photo: Tony Cenicola/The New York Times)
The Saguenay Fjord in Sacre-Coeur, Quebec, Canada, Sep 18, 2021. (Photo: Tony Cenicola/The New York Times)

That evening, back in Sacre-Coeur, we drove to a restaurant at the wharf called La Casta Fjord, which will be open this season through the first week in October, depending on tourism. Tiny, with wooden tables, shiplap walls and a weathered deck overlooking the fjords, the owner spoke little English, so I stumbled through the French I hadn’t spoken in years to order a salad and linguine with lobster and Nordic shrimp.

The meal was good, the view even better. We looked out at the river, and all that we could not see beneath it and imagined more trips to come – maybe the Gaspe Peninsula or Cape Breton in Nova Scotia. At that moment, the world felt vast. This trip would be the first of many.

Now, as the world haltingly reopens, with travel complicated by coronavirus tests, vaccination records and ever-changing social distancing rules, we instead find ourselves concocting hopeful itineraries for the coming years, planning small adventures for the fall, or perhaps larger ones next spring. Maybe by then, we hope, the world will beckon once again.

By Ronda Kaysen © 2021 The New York Times

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