We headed north towards Bangor, Maine, hoping to cross the border within 5 hours and set up camp in a cute little village, called
St. Nicholas, just a few miles outside of Quebec.
We didn't waste any time and although it was getting late, decided to drive into the heart of Old Quebec and get the lay of the land.
We knew we would be spending most of the following day romping around and it was only a 5 minute drive over the bridge.
As we approached downtown, everything seemed to turn into stone. This entire city is surrounded by the original stone fortress when the city was first built, and most of the buildings that lie within its walls are just as old.
We also caught the most beautiful rainbow,
that was gone with the blink of an eye.
We drove all the streets and got lost many times.
The "Jeepster" made several passes past the same cannons,
and we knew it was time to head home.
We knew the next day, we would be walking these streets!!
We found it fascinating that the perimeter of the stone fortress was fortified with hundreds of cannons, still in their original positions.
They had rollers on the bottoms that allowed
the cannons to swivel in arc formation.
It was our first stop the following day, as I couldn't resist climbing on them and reading all the fascinating facts about these artillery.
Everywhere you looked, it seemed there were steeples, and tops of cathedrals, as far as the eye could see.
The thing that amazed me the most were the hundreds of little side streets, all beckoning one to walk its stony path.
How does one choose which way to go?
I couldn't take my eyes off of the houses,
the flowers,
the murals painted on the sides of buildings....
and I did what I always do....
I wall along and assume my hubby is right beside me... and I just start chatting away..... "Oh, honey,.. look at that... isn't that beautiful... oooh... look over there,... isn't that pretty,... oooh look up there... wow,.. that is beautiful "... and on and on... and then I look over and I find I have been talking to an Asian man. I quickly apologize and say..."Oh, I'm sorry, I thought you were my husband...".... and at this point everyone is laughing at me... and the Asian man says....
"That's all right miss...I don't mind"....
I look around hoping my husband is not too far away and can save me from this embarrassing moment... and sure enough Timmy pops out of nowhere and says to the Asian man...
"Do you want to carry her purse too?"
Of course everyone laughed and we all continued on our way,
but I could hear the Asian man chuckling every time I made an exclamation about something, I would hesitate to look and make sure there was someone there to hear it.... !!! (hopefully that someone might be my husband)
And for the record....
I have never asked my husband to carry my purse...
he just does
but like anything and everything else,
I always tell him he is my hero :)
AND
it takes a real man to carry a purse!!!
When we came upon this painted mural,
I was surprised I didn't fall over the railing.
I was so taken by the size and detail, I just couldn't get a good enough look so we walked down the hill and got up close and personal.
All hand painted on sides of brick and stone buildings!
Once we got to the bottom of the hill the mural came alive and everyone had fun pretending to be a part of the mural.
It truly was a spectacular piece of work.
After our "debut" with the mural we found a great Italian restaurant and recharged our batteries for round 2 of the city.
Quebec is located on the St. Lawrence River and is bustling with everything from cargo ships, cruise ships, fishing vessels and shuttle boats.
There were so many hills throughout the city,
they even had mini trams to take you up and down the hill.
We meandered the streets for a total of 6 hours and a cold beer and glass of wine always hit the spot.
We enjoyed the rest of the evening strolling the streets and plopping down on any empty bench to listen to the street musicians.
It was another great day!
*****
Officially Heading Back West
We left Quebec, with Montreal in mind, and just in the nick of time.
A wicked storm blew in and although we drove in some heavy rain, we actually drove around the high winds. According to the news that night a tornado had touched down somewhere in the vicinity, and I had visions of the "Jetson Mobile" being sucked up in a tunnel.
We found a quaint little place outside of Montreal and when driving in to the park, it made one feel like you were in the heart of the Swiss Alps.
We had trouble with our WiFi again, and after an hour of trying to log in, we were unsuccessful. At that point, Timmy made a trip to the front office and made himself quite known.
Before we even left on this journey, we had registered with AAA and had all of their travel books for all of the United States and Canada.
Any campsite I booked showed they had WiFi, this was imperative!
We had no Wifi in Quebec, and to find out we had no WiFi in Montreal was bothersome to say the least.
We left early in the morning, but not before I checked out the
"produce store" right at the campsite....
and bought some fresh corn on the cob, green beans and tomatoes.
*****
We headed west with North Bay, Canada as our destination.
Again, I will resort to my AAA travel book as the campsite we booked stated that it not only had WiFi but was on a Marina.
I have such an attraction and need to be close to water, so when I make reservations, I try to make certain that water will be close by. This includes considering words like,... Lakeshore drive,... Seashore Rd,..
Ottawa River Drive,... etc....
and this particular address said
NorthBay Camp and Marina.
Sounds Perfect, and right off Lake Huron.
We pull into the campsite and see
that not only is the campsite not on
Lake Huron but we can't seem to find the Marina.
Please don't tell me this is the Marina...
...to what.....
where is Lake Huron?
Where are all the boats?
All the while I am thinking ,... I couldn't even launch
my double size pink air mattress off this thing...
While I am distressing over the "Marina"... Big Tim is in the office
MAKING SURE THEY HAVE WIFI
and
THEY DON'T.
Oh Boy,
We immediately called another campsite and the young man said they did in fact have WiFi. We headed across town to the campsite and as we were checking in, I nonchalantly said..."I am so glad you have WiFi, as we have been traveling across Canada staying in campsites that advertise that they have WiFi, and we are so behind on our work."
There was a long pause and the Middle Eastern Lady says...
"Oh, we are so sorry, we do not have WiFi".....
DEAFENING SILENCE
For the first time in my 25 years of marriage....
my husband was speechless.....
he stomped over to the front door, and just stood with his hands on his hips looking out the door....
It wasn't more than a few minutes later, while we were trying to figure out if we were going to try another campsite...
and a cute little old man in his pajamas walks into the lobby and walks right up to Timmy and hands him a stick and says...
"Here, try this.. you should have Internet access with this."
I was actually touched that the management went to such extremes to accommodate us, or they were just scared to death.
The stick didn't work but instead of getting more upset, we just went to bed, as it was late and we knew we wanted to leave early to get back to some kind of civilization.
***
We were especially anxious to head out the following morning to Thunder Bay, Canada where we just knew they would have to have WiFi
and it was on Lake Superior!
Afterall, it is a town of over 100,000 people.
About an hour out of Thunder Bay and we hear sirens from all directions.
The highway shut down as 2 Cyclists traveling with a group across Canada were struck by a semi truck and killed.
Six hours later the road opened up and we were finally
on our way to Thunder Bay.
It was midnight when we pulled into our campsite in Thunder Bay.
We were both so tired and somehow we got lost trying to locate our campsite and ended up on a very dark, bumpy gravel road.
I gasped at the size of the ravines we almost landed in, and the road seemed to be getting bumpier and narrower.
We are getting deeper and deeper into the woods, with no where to turn around, especially with all these ravines and I'm thinking, we are going to have to unhook the jeep again to make any kind of turn around.
I was having a "Dejavu" about the "swamp-quicksand" incident in Georgetown, Maine, but was woken up from my trance
when Timmy yells...
"Get out and make sure when I swing wide to make a U-turn,
I don't hit that parked truck"...
"What?!"
I get out of the motorhome, it is after midnight, I have no idea where I am and the "Jetson Mobile" is about 3 feet from hitting the front end of a parked truck that looks more like a heap of junk that has been sitting there for a very long time.
Where did that come from?
"Where are we?"
The kind people at all the recent campsites have reminded us to be careful
as the "bears do come out" at night...
and as I exited the motorhome to prepare for Timmy's " miracle" turn
all I could think of was....
"Why didn't I buy that bear repellent?"
(yes, they really do sell that stuff)
I am standing in the dark, with the "Jetson Mobile" about 2 feet in front of me and I signal for Timmy to make the turn...
when all of a sudden I hear this obnoxious sound....
the automatic steps to the motorhome have needed repair for quite some time...but it seems tonight was the night that the steps went rogue.
You see, ... whenever the door is opened to the motorhome...the automatic steps should fold out. But not with the Jetson Mobile... they had a mind of their own, and the best way to describe the sound of our steps is that of a donkey when he "Hee-Haws".
All I could hear was
"Hee-Haw" "Hee-Haw"
over and over again.
Seems the Jetson Mobile traversed too many ravines on the narrow road we were traveling while getting lost at midnight, and some screws or hinges got loose, and the steps were going in and out uncontrollably...
it was unnerving ...to say the least...
not to mention the sound....
"Hee-Haw" "Hee-Haw" Hee-Haw".
Timmy begins his turn and just misses the jalopy by inches...
all the while,
I am watching the motorhome,
watching the "donkey" steps perform and
watching my back for bears,... thinking ...
"Please God, I will never steal flowers again".
We made the turn and finally landed in our campsite after 1 a.m. and realized that we did not have Wifi at this camp either!!
We didn't care.
We were just happy we didn't get stuck in any ravines in the back woods with bears chasing us to the sound of a donkey.
*****
Our ride to Sault St. Marie, Canada was a lovely ride and we had heard so much about the famous "Mackinac Bridge" from Sault St Marie Canada to Sault St Marie, Michigan.
This bridge was beautiful and considered quite a wonder of engineering.
The water felt like bath water, it was so warm!!!
We enjoyed a great "Walleye" dinner on the harbor
and headed home, knowing
that the following day,... we were really "heading home".
***
As we were approaching the border to enter back into
the United State at the Minnesota state line....
I was thankful we were able to see so many wonderful things in Canada.
They sing
"Oh Canada...."
but there is no sweeter sound than...
"Oh Say Can You See....."
and as we approached the border the sign read
Bridge to USA
but as far as I was concerned....
it could have read
Bridge to Terabithia