AmeriCanada 2015

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Day 26. Wednesday, August 19, 2015. Quebec City's Montmorency Falls

Settle in, because this is a lonnnnggg report.

As we're leaving the park at 7:30am, Sharon asks if I left the magnetic card gate opener, and I say Nancy did it but they are closed, so we have to call them. {We gave them a $20 Canadian deposit which we would have gotten back had they been there when we left this morning. Didn't want to wait.}The odometer is 29959. Almost 30Gs.

Today's plan is a big waterfall in Quebec City, ending at a nice provincial park in New Brunswick. I like the sun coming through the water drop-spotted windshield. We head into this nice looking bridge, on the way.

I'm nonplussed at the multi-location, in-French signs, but somehow we make it through. The secret is my motto, "Follow the purple (GPS) line." {Nancy and I hear that all the time when we are looking at our maps (yes, we will each have a map) when we say "where do we go next?" and Bob will always say, "just follow the purple line" We think it is the Male vs Female difference. He sets his target like a hunter and will not be deterred, while we are gatherers and see a sign that points off the road and want to follow it. }

A little before 11 am, it is time for refueling. The odometer is 30110.

After refueling, Sharon drives us to Deshutes,{where we are going to the Montmorency Falls, that we had read about as something near Quebec City.} a spectacular job negotiating barriers and traffic, getting us to the 'chutes, to the lower parking lot where the big rigs are. We're the biggest, the smallest and the only one here. We are just below the bus stops where millions(?) of visitors are dropped. {We like watching the bus driver cleaning the windows so everybody can see well. Bob does this periodically for Nancy and me.}


A nice Bald Eagle flies over.

We work our way up to the bridge level on steps. {We go past the "Duchess's Mansion which is now a hotel on the edge of the Falls.}We get Cedar Waxwing and Sharon spots an Audubon's Yellow-rump Warbler.{We work our way on a path to an observation platform over the Falls, but find it "closed" for construction when we reach the area so we continue climbing and cross the bridge (a suspension bridge over the falls)}.


This cable car is available if you want to ride up insead of walk. The set of stairs is on the bare mountainside on the opposite side of the falls. We will go over to the top of that, but not down it.

Now we see the falls cascading from below the walking bridge. There is a pooling of logs below the falls, and people have taken them one at a time, and like matchsticks, have spelled their name or their girlfriend's name.

Here I'm following Nancy across the suspension pedestrian bridge. I love the OMG sign some clever person painted, visible to us walkers.

Here I'm looking straight down the face of the falls from the bridge. I have leaned out only just a little. I've zoomed in on the names, at right.

I like to watch the people on the bridge.

Check out the massive hardware holding the bridge up.

We do a big walk over descending meadows, {We read that this location was the place for a fortified military base that overlooks the river below. I guess they could shoot at people who were trying to get to Quebec City. Don't know what war.} and get some shots from a lookout spot.

As we continue on down the meadow, I occasionally go over to a fence and shoot back towards where we came from

Sharon says this is where a rock climbing group is in training. {With binoculors you could see that they had metal steps and climbing ropes set up for beginners, I guess.}And, at right, shoot back across the falls to steps and a tower over there. {That observatiion platform is the one we climbed down to, only to find it closed.}

The wind has taken two twenty Canadian dollar notes out of somebody's hand, and they have landed near the stairs. One of a group of boys is seen here trying to retrieve one of them. He was successful, and retrieved the other one too, to great applause. I turn and look back up, and see Sharon and Nancy, also photographing the clever kid.

I'm wearing my 'I eat spam for breakfast" shirt as you can sorta see. Here's another view of the cable car, where we started our trek..

We start back, go over the bridge, and see several fly fishermen far below us. {I'm practicing on this trip with Trekking Poles instead of my usual cane, trying to see if I feel more stable with something on both sides. The only thing I notice so far is that it is awkward when I stop to use my bins and let go of the poles to hold the bins. I'm working on getting comfortable with them.}

I think this particular gull was on this particular light pole when we particularly started.

Making it back to our rig, we exit the parking lot and head for Edmunston. It's a little after 1 pm. We get to retrace our "steps" and go over this bridge again. As late afternoon comes, it clouds over, but a little bit of sunlight makes it through, making a nice picture.

The sign below right raised all of our curiosities as high as mine has ever been. Ha! Ha! ??? Sharon reads all about it and will tell you now. {The Google site says that in the 1700's when people would come upon something surprising, especially an uexpected obstacle, or abruptly ending path, they would say "Ha! Ha!" . The Ha, Ha here was the body of water, Lake Temiscouata, that you would encounter and have to cross or go around to reach the town. It also says that this is the only town allowed to have exclamation points (2 of them) in its name for the Rand-McNally Atlas. There was a town in the US that wanted to have an exclamation point after its name (Hamilton, Ohio), but the Rand-McNally people said "no!".}There are miles and miles and hours and hours of farms, and they all have multiple silos. This farm had the most silos on one property. Count them for yourself, and compare that number with the highest number you've ever seen on one farm.

We are heavily into hoping to see a moose. Some stretches put a fence on either side of the highways, and this sign, I believe, announces the end of a fence. {The fences funnel the wildlife down to a crossing place which is either a tunnel under the road or an overpass. There are also periodic "gates" where the animal can get back behind the fence if somehow they get out to the roadside. (how could that even happen? Do they "jump" the fence, although we can see how high it is?) Many unanswered questions, but we all keep diligently looking when we see these signs. No Moose yet.}At right, it had to happen. We move from Quebec into New Brunswick, but it's so close that all signs still are in both English and French.

The town we're headed for is Edmunston (mistakenly, as you will learn later). At right, below, is a First Nation entertainment center of some kind.

I pull into an Irving gas station, where everything is in French. I see diesel and propane. What? Does propane mean gasoline? Does it mean another kind of diesel? Ridiculous questions, but I need answers to get clear. I put my credit card in the slot. No response. What's going on? I go inside, and frustrated, ask "Does propane mean gasoline? The people at the desk are all busy, and nobody answers me. A fellow finally looks at me. Does propane mean diesel? He says yes, they have diesel. I say I don't want diesel. They said, "Sir, you don't use the card out there." A fellow finally comes out from behind he desk and indicates for me to follow him. He points to the propane and says, "This is regular. Use the card reader, then come back in and pay."


He leaves and I stick my head in the cab. Sharon and Nancy are laughing. I say what's going on? They say, "It doesn't say propane." I say, "Yes it does." They say, "It says propre." I look at it, and whatthe? somebody changed it from propane, which it clearly said before, to 'propre'. Which turns out to mean 'clean.' Which, in turn, turns out to mean 'no ethanol'. {Or they are just bragging that their gasoline is "clean". I've seen that in gas stations at home. Nancy have fun teasing Bob and he is a good sport about it and laughs at himself too.}

The "ladies" can't stop laughing. I fill up with 'propre'. Heh heh. Odometer is 30127. It's 2 pm.

We change drivers in front of a farmhouse at 30147. Sharon drives for a half hour or so and we stop for lunch in the trailer. My turkey has turned bad, so Sharon makes me a ham, to which I add some Laughing Cow cheese. I have some ginger snap-like cookies, only they are pliable. I am a soft cookie man, not a brittle cookie man.

As Sharon's driving she says, "I can see New Brunswick!" I say that it's 80 miles away and sorry but you can't see it. She says the moon is 250,000 miles away and I can see THAT, so why can't I see 80? Good one.

I am looking for a particular address, namely, that of our RV park. We follow our GPS, and in no time at all, we come to a stop in front of a HOUSE in a housing development, with the desired address. Huh-WHUT??? As we sit there, I review everything I've seen in the last half hour, and I recall seeing a road about 15 miles back or so, that had the name of our road. Hmmmm. But while we're sitting here, somebody says, "Let's go up and knock on the door and ask where we plug in." Giggling all, I say, "What's your WiFi password?" Then, "Can we get a pull through." How much extra for the third person?

For those of you who have never heard of a pull-through before, highly desirable is a spot for your RV where you drive onto it, then the next day drive straight off. Opposite of a pull through is a back-in. That's where you have to back the trailer in, then pull forward, onto the same road you backed in from. Much more trouble, depending on the angle of the turn and the width of the road and the "landing spot," which means the place where you park your trailer or motorhome.

So we decide that the one 15 miles earlier must be the actual provincial park.

We drive back. {We see people sitting on their porch as we drove in and now as we drive back out of the neighborhood. Wonder what they think we are doing. We wave as we go by, laughing at ourselves all the way. "Ha! Ha!"}

I pull up to the stop sign to check in, go in, and tell them our story. "Did you put in Edmunston or St. Jacques as the city?" Well, I knew what that meant, but trying to keep up my end of the error, I say, "It was under Edmunston in our Good Sam Book, so that's what I used." "You have to use St. Jacques," they emphasize. OK, OK, I know now.

Here's Sharon, in the fading light, after we've set up for the evening. At right is the condiment holder, normally on the kitchen table, which vibrated off from the rough roads we've traveled today. What we learned was this. Start the condiment holder on the floor. Simple, huh? {It got me to clean it out, which was a good thing. Weeses, I still have the owl made out of shells that we found in the Cache when we went geo-caching with you guys when you still lived in your old house in Lakewood. Do you remember that?}

We prepare to put the New Brunswick sticker on, and it is late daylight. I love the shadows contrasting with light on each of the states in our map below left, especially the yellow ones.

We come to the end of the day. A good day. A great day.

That's it for today. Good night all. If you made it to here, you EARNED this one.

PS They told me I had type A blood, but it was a type-O.

Began: Alouette RV Park outside Montreal, Quebec
Pass Through: n/a
End: La Republique Prov. Park, St. Jacques, New Brunswick
Miles Today: 429
Miles for Trip: 4670

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