I stared into the horizon with baited breath; in front of me, the St Lawrence River was a sea of calm.
It had been spitting a little, and the ensuing mist had obscured the banks. Although in truth, at this spot – just off the shores of Tadoussac in Quebec – you’d be hard pressed to see from bank to bank anyway, so wide was the St Lawrence.
The location is important, because it’s at this spot that the river bed drops from around 50m to 250m, and where the freshwater from Lake Ontario meets the salty seawater from the Atlantic. Flowing into this mix is the icy Saguenay River.