I’m actually in Petit-Rocher, New Brunswick at this time but I have not been able to access the internet to update my blog for awhile. So this post is rather long and will bring me *almost* up to date with postings. It is also slow going at this time as I am temporarily using dialup access to the internet.
Wednesday June 20:
This morning I departed Thunder Bay KOA Campground on Highway 11; a much nicer highway than the death trap Highway 17 was, from Winnipeg to Thunder Bay. Highway 11 had little traffic, little construction, very few hills and the road was generally pretty good. I averaged 11.9 mpg.
Below are some pictures of the nice KOA campground in Thunder Bay, where I spent 3 days. The $37.68 per day is at the high end of most campgrounds but I guess you get what you pay for. The first picture is of the office, the 2nd is the pool and the third is the Mini Golf Course. A nice addition to the campground was large strategically placed mosquito traps that I was told work pretty good . . . and I didn’t see any mosquitoes.



After Thunder Bay, serviced campgrounds were practically non existent, or very well hidden, and I ended up spending the night in the Wal-mart parking lot in Kapuskasing. I always thought that Wal-Mart should not allow RV parking on their lots in order to support commercial campgrounds but after a long day of driving and no commercial RV campground readily available, and because it was getting dark, I was really *grateful* for the opportunity to stop driving and to get some well needed rest. And Wal-Mart got my business. A word to commercial RV campgrounds . . . “make yourself *very* visible from the highways, with large, simple, well visible, signs and some indication of what services are available”. Too many land owners provide little more than a parking space in a field with nothing more than a sign that says “CAMPING”.
Thursday June 21:
Back on Highway 11 to North Bay the road was still not bad . . . until after North Bay where the Trans Canada changed to highway 17 to go to Ottawa. Terrible! It was rough, narrow and had many hills. Canada should be ashamed of this highway being called the Trans Canada Highway. The Alaska Highway, and *all* Yukon Highways are much better.
I spent the night at a KOA Campground at Renfrew (near Ottawa). It was nothing to rave about.
Friday June 22:
I fed Cisco, but not myself. I was going to stop for breakfast someplace along the way. I didn’t; and I didn’t stop for lunch either. Traffic was heavy and all restaurants were well off the highway. I continued with my plan to drive to Quebec City and spend the night at an RV campground there. That meant driving through Montreal and Quebec City so I carefully picked a route to bypass downtown Montreal, and a route to the KOA campground South of Quebec. As I approached Montreal it was rush hour . . . not only was it rush hour, but it was rush hour on a Friday, before a long weekend! On the multi lane highway, I stuck to the right hand lane because I wanted to be ready to take an easy exit to the right. That meant that I had to continually confront motorists coming from the many on-ramps. I guessed that this was easier for me than to try to later change lanes in bumper to bumper traffic in every lane. My choice of sticking to the right lane was *WRONG*! The exit-ramp was on the *left* lane and then went to the right, as shown on my map, but *underneath* the highway I was on. Too late . . . I was forced to continue at an almost *walking* speed with no hope of turning back and no plan for going forward. I didn’t know where I would end up. I didn’t have a co-pilot and it was impossible to look at a map. I followed the signs . . . through the *middle* of downtown Montreal for almost 2 hours! If my rig wasn’t 50 feet long and I was only driving a single vehicle I might have joined the fight with all the other white knuckled *CRAZY* drivers. But aggressive driving was the *last* thing on my mind. Avoiding an accident was the *first* thing on my mind, and I knew I would *eventually* get out of Montreal.
Finally I was in the clear and travelling toward Quebec City on the proper highway (surprise!). And I had a plan for getting to the KOA Campground south of Quebec City. I turned off at the proper exit, filled up with gas at a convenient gas station, then looked forward to another stop for the night. I couldn’t find the campground! I blamed the long construction detour and decided to *leave* Quebec City. I continued driving. I was tired. It was getting late . . . then I saw a sign on which I was able to decipher (the sign was in French) that at the next exit ramp, to Riviere Du Loup, McDonalds was coming up, along with a Wal-Mart store. I guessed correctly that the McDonalds was *in* the Wal-Mart store. Great! I could have supper and stay at Wal-Mart for the night. That was the second time Wal-Mart was an oasis in the wilderness for me. Yea Wal-Mart! It was 8:30 PM. I easily found Wal-Mart and parked for the night. Wal-Mart closed at 9 PM so I had enough time to get supper . . . WRONG! McDonalds closed sometime *before* 9 PM. No supper! I opened a can of soup and heated that up for supper . . . with soda crackers. I had a restful sleep.
In the morning I was starving. That’s okay, McDonalds is close by . . . no problem. Oh yeah? The girl didn’t speak a word of English! I could *not* get across to her that I wanted an Egg McMuffin, a BLT Bagel, and a Large Coffee . . . black. I was hungry, so I persevered and about five minutes later, with the help of another customer, who spoke very *little* English, I was able to get my order placed.
About signs in Quebec . . . *all* signs are in French *only*. That wasn’t so bad, but *only* French signs in highway construction zones? I didn’t have a clue as to what some of the construction signs said! And the detour signs! Does nobody in Quebec realize that could be *dangerous*? On some signs I think I was also expected to decipher *French* acronyms!
Saturday, June 23:
I arrived at Petit-Rocher, New Brunswick, in mid-afternoon. Below are the views outside from my combined bedroom/studio and nearby.





Above is the front of Sheila’s house.

The large upstairs window is in my combined bedroom/studio that overlooks Chaleur Bay.