Traveling Through Northern Quebec

August 1, 2019 (cont’d)
Omtario highway #101/Quebec highway #388. 
Not Larry drove for a couple of hours while I tried to get some extra winks in. But, the back end of Beatrice is a fair distance behind the rear axle and the bed is at the very back. So, Beatrice acts as a partial catapult to give you some hang-time if you stay in bed while your girlfriend is driving…something I have found to be rather difficult to sleep through. I felt like the girls were ganging up on me.

I took the wheel just before the Quebec border. When we got to Quebec on highway on the Ontario 101/Quebec 388 highway, there was no proper sign to welcome us. But, it did not take long to figure out that we were for sure in Quebec when we stopped at a gas station as there were cheese-curds for sale on the counter next to the till, with $2 big-beer for sale as singles. This is not Ontario. Heck yeah, Quebec! Heck yeah!

Quebec, we can probably be pals with your offerings…

Northern Quebec is really nice, as hills, rivers and lakes are aplenty. And, we have run into a lot of very pleasant, giggling locals. When attempt to ask a question and battle through by faking it with the seven words you know (inclusive of croissant and baguette) it really entertains the patient Quebecois who love to lighten it up with a laugh.

But the roads in northern Quebec, specifically the 117 South, is so rough that if there are any other loose nuts on Beatrice, they are long gone by now. If vibration really causes people to lose weight, Not Larry and I should have shed half-a-dozen pounds traveling through northern Quebec. Any of those toxins from years of partying that had gathered in specific parts of my body are now mixed in with the rest of me again. The road was (French accent):

“terr-ib-leh.”

But the beer…! You can buy a box of beer for $14.99.
In.
Canada.
Wow!

I bought an 18 pack of Molson for $23.99. Those are 1998 prices tickle my fancy!

The road got long and we passed through Montreal like it was nothing as I just picked a middle lane and Beatrice stayed on course like the boss of the road. My intention was to get to Quebec City, but it was getting late as the girls and I were running out of steam, so we pulled into Trois-Rivières, found a Walmart, found a beer, and went to bed for the night at 01:30. We are all shook up…

Aug 2
It was hard to get up as Not Larry and I were so freaking tired this morning from the monster drive yesterday. We got up late, at 09:30, had some hot motorhome romance in Beatrice’s Sweat Factory, had hot water showers with the water-heater fired up, and got our day moving. The only unpleasant incidet of the morning was that the airconditioner on the roof may have seized up as we were gettung ready. Bad news for some, but in all honesty it seemed like Beatrice was a little too exotic as a 1979 motorhome with a fully functioning air conditioner anyhow….

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