The day started off with light showers. This is the first rain we encountered, though it has been cloudy, windy and chilly, and even sunny. It was also the warmest morning; around 8C. The highway started off the same; bumpy, and full of holes. However, shortly down the road it became quite lovely and then rough and then lovely. I wondered if the county line phenomenon was in play.
When growing up one could always tell when you crossed the county line as the quality of the road changed. We drove through many small towns, passed lovely lakes and rivers, and noticed some interesting road signs in particular one telling the driver that snowmobiles and quads were crossing the road. This may be why we have noticed a plethora of quads going down the road on the back of trucks etc. We saw what we called tree houses with the word “dechets” written on them. Once we realized that this meant waste, we understood a bit better. This was bear country and the garbage was taken up the stairs to the room on top to prevent the bears from getting in. We had noticed them yesterday at the camp site but I thought they were some kind of observation tower (there was nothing written on them). Should have figured it out as Greg saw a black bear yesterday. We passed through Mt Tremblay , a name we recognized for its skiing.
Didn’t seem very high in comparison to Lake Louise and Sunshine but you use what you have. We finally began to see trees with leaves on them. It was amazing how the green of the trees and the lawns changed things. We still saw snow in the woods and occasionally in the yards.
Hard to believe that we were at a latitude comparable to Helena, Montana and spring is just arriving. We decided that we wanted to avoid Montreal and see some of the countryside so took a different route and went through such places as Notre Dame de la Merci, Ste Emelie, Lac Matambin, Saint Angele. Good motorcycle roads. Lots of curves. I liked the roof lines on some of the houses; they looked like a ski jump.
A traditional style? Loved the houses made of field stone. We arrived at our destination St. Boniface and once again Greg did some awesome maneuvering to get us into our allotted spot. The campground owners actually commented on ho easily he backed into the rather tight space. The rain began in earnest so we had a quiet night. Tomorrow we are off to New Brunswick.
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