Wednesday 19 August 2015--Wake up too early, and go back to sleep. Then
wake up too late. Should probably have set an alarm, but hey, I'm on vacation.
My primary purpose in being here is to visit Fort Chambly, and I spend an hour
or so poking through it this morning. The French built a number of forts along
the Richelieu in the 17th century, to defend the corridor against the Iroquois:
Fort Richelieu, at the mouth of the river; Fort Saint-Louis (later Fort
Chambly), here; Fort Sainte-Thérèse, about six miles upriver; Fort Saint-
Jean, in present-day St-Jean-sur-Richelieu; and Fort Sainte-Anne, on Isle
La Motte in Lake Champlain. All of these but Chambly were abandoned after
the British took Québec, falling into ruin and eventually fading into the
landscape. The fort we see today was the third built on the site, in 1711.
Chambly saw action during the American Revolution, but by the time of the
War of 1812, it had been rendered moot by Fort Lennox, closer to the border.
It was revived briefly during the Fenian Raids of the 1860s.
In 1882, the journalist Joseph-Octave Dion, a son of Chambly, took it upon
himself to begin restoration of the fort, having recognized its historical
importance. He actually lived on the site for thirty years, serving as primary
guide and interpreter. The Canadian government eventually adopted it as a
National Historic Site. The museum exhibits inside focus on life in a military
garrison during the French regime. There are also displays of a multitude of
artifacts found during archeological digs conducted between 1965 and 1985.
After, I take a drive through the countryside in search of a cidrerie or two--this
part of Québec, southeast of Montréal, is littered with apple orchards.
Meander roundabout to the village of Rougemont, where I find Cidrerie
Jodoin. I'm interested in this one because they also distill apple brandy. I get a
quick tour and see the still--they only run it in the winter--but can't purchase the
brandy, which, according to Québec law, can only be sold at the provincial liquor
stores. I buy a variety of cider products, anyway, and pick up some more at
Coteau Rougemont, another cidrerie down the street.
This part of the province is very attractive--rustic and rural, yet only a short
drive from Montréal. The land is mostly billiard-table flat, but is punctuated by
the picturesque Monteregian Hills, a string of volcanic plugs running east from
the city. I'd love to spend more time.
Back in Chambly, I dine at a local pizzeria. My "individual" pizza has about a half
a pound of cheese on it. Shouldn't finish it...but I do.
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