I thought it might be a bit optimistic to plan to leave at 8 am. Especially after my buddy Andy showed up with many bottles of wine to be consumed.
But we are almost ready. We were planning to go as far as Montreal tonight and then my mother called and said it's Grand Prix weekend. Forget trying to find a campsite, hotel room or even a patch of gravel to park on for the night. So instead we are camping in my friend Deb's backyard in Gananoque. Which is beautiful -- we'll get there in time for supper and a swim and by any luck will make it to Quebec City tomorrow.
You might not hear from me for a few days unless I find some small Quebec town with an internet cafe. Or a campground with wireless Internet (this is a very strange concept, isn't it?)
Must go.
As I pack, a song I wrote a long time ago is going through my head:
"They say the mountains cry out to you
The wild winds all shout to you
The forests, they won't let you go.
The whole world's your home
God knows where you're roamin'
When you're wearing your travelling shoes"
- V. Fenner c. 1982 (believe it or not!)
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9:44 AM and the living room still looks like closing time at Frenchies.... I guess that you won't hit the road by 10 AM either.... :)
B.
10:45 AM and the living room looks like an empty Frenchies.... Victoria is still burning CDs for the road, but we've run out of blanks so she'll have to stop. Can they make it out the door by 11 AM?
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