Western Canada is very much like the western
United States.
English is the predominate language and you rarely hear French used.
The farther east you go in Canada the more
likely that the predominate language is French.
Roe and I were standing in a McDonald's in Riviere-du-Loup needing
directions to the Days Inn when we realized that everyone around us was
speaking French. Finally we found a couple that could speak a
little English who directed us to the motel.
The desk clerk at the Day's Inn was bi-lingual, but the waiter at the
restaurant across the street only spoke a few words of English.
Fortunately, ordering crepes and coffee wasn't difficult in any
language. Especially when you have a menu (in English) to point
to.
Roe cleaning windshields.
Windshield cleaning became a ritual at virtually every fill-up and
overnight stop.
We usually had a fine collection of bugs, dust, and/or mud.
Woody talking to Pat in Orlando on his cell phone from the town of Riviere-du-Loup, in the province of Quebec,
overlooking the St. Lawrence Seaway.
Lost again. This time by only a turnoff or two.
We had only a couple of wrong turns on the trip - this one and one near Rapid City, SD.
We became separated only once. In Quebec, Roe saw a turn late and crossed a couple of lanes of traffic to make an intersecting freeway. I missed the turn because of traffic and continued on to the next exit before returning and taking the new highway where Roe was waiting.
Not bad for 17,500 miles!
Can't you just see someone's face screw up when they say "Eau! Non Potable!"
Since this was in a rest stop, I think it says
"Beware! Don't let the animals get in your pants!"
But I may be wrong....
Woody waiting to clear U.S. Customs and
Immigration in Madawaska, Maine.