La belle province

Drummond-ville, QC – One more sleep and we’ll be home. If we had pushed it, we might have arrived home today, but we didn’t want to overdo it and take unnecessary risks. We have had a good travel day, and are settled in at the “Camping des Voltigeurs”, a provincial park by the St Francois river on the outskirts of Drummondville.

The park is huge, with hundreds of sites, and lots of folks are enjoying its beauty and amenities, which include playgrounds, and even a pool for the kids. Most of the sites have electricity, and some have water and power, and there are even three-service sites. We actually got lost trying to find our site! It’s right by the river, and the breeze is whispering through the trees.

We had another early start today, and the sun was shining – a great way to head out on our next to last day of travel. The countryside was beautiful; rivers and mountains as we left New Brunswick, and lots of prosperous farmland as we entered Quebec, with narrow stripes of crops in the typical Quebec arrangement.

The mighty St Lawrence came into view when we turned eastward at Riviere du Loup – wide and brown – and it remained to the right of us along most of the trip, though it wasn’t always visible. Nearly every town or village we passed was named after a saint, but my favourite was St-Louis-du-Ha!Ha! – complete with exclamation marks. I’ve no idea how this place got its name, but it’s certainly unique.

Highway 20 took us past Quebec City, which we only glimpsed between some trees and buildings. Of course, it’s on the north shore so there was a bridge between us and it. The highway was quite good and quite well-traveled as well.  The other nice thing was that the province provided frequent rest stops that were well-marked with generous parking spaces for trucks and trailers.

So, here we are, settled for one last night on the road. After listening to our CDs of Newfound-land music on the way, our heads are swimming with all the wonderful memories of our trip.