We drove through Ottowa on the way to Montreal just for a taste of it... planning to return on a
later trip.
By 11:00 or so we made it to Marco's, and the next day Jon had a killer migraine. He threw up in the parking lot of the laundry facility after eating his Alfa burger (sorry no photo), then planked the "ash-fault". I went to McDonalds for free WiFi for the evening and caught up with some stuff while he recovered at Marco's place.
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| Marco's Mini Truck |
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| Always next to our bags so we won't forget her |
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Poor Jon outside of Alfa with migraine
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| Planking the "ashfault" |
The next day, Jon was feeling much better and we spent the entire day in Montreal. Marco and his friend Mark took us to an overlook, to Chinatown for some Thai food, and then to the port for fireworks.
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| Marco with Rudee... zoom in for the penis shaped cotton candy... |
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| A dude skating with his baby at the Nascar track |
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| We watched the surfers at the standing wave on the St. Lawrence River, which was really cool until a woman started screaming at us because of Rudee's barking... long story. | | | | |
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| kitten in a store window in Chinatown |
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| Mark went inside to confirm the kitten was real |
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| Chinatown stragglers |
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| soup-ticles in Chinatown Thai restaurant |
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| more candy outfits |
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| African Nuts |
We really appreciate, notice, and miss Athens' cheap beer prices when traveling. Luckily, however, we found a bar patio offering buy one get one free drafts. There we listened to some street musicians and sat for a couple of hours watching the scene and cracking up about random things (balloon lady... you know what I mean Jon, Marco, and Mark).
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| Walking around the city at night |
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| fireworks at the port |
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| the strange, small staring lady with Rudee |
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| Kids arguing over giving the street musician a tip. When Jon and I passed back by, he played the theme song from the movie Love Story... |
Night Planking...
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| Mark |
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| Jon |
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| Anne |
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| Marco |
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| Mark tries to plank again but only almost busts his ass |
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| our DELICIOUS, banana and nutella beaver tail! |
After Montreal, we headed to Quebec City per recommendation from everyone who had been there, so
we squashed Rudee back in the car and left.
We found a ridiculously expensive camp site and pitched our tent right across from 2 men staring, one in a Pink Floyd t-shirt and one in Def Leopard. They stood around their fire all night, saying nothing, and did the same the next morning. We headed to the city at night and enjoyed walking around, watching people, and listening to music from the Summer Festival Concert Series. Here's a link about it:
The highlight that night was delicious Poutine from a place called the Snack Bar
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| Awesome street musicians |
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| Our identifier to make sure we were on the right street back to the car |
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| the concert stage in town |
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| Cool building with purple lights |
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The next day we went back to the city and pretty much did the same thing...
just walked around and absorbed the city life
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| Rudee at Montmorency Park |
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| Rudee's bungee leash |
We were having a nice walk around until I accidentally left my wallet when posing for a photo... We traced back the photos to see when I didn't have it in my hand, and ran back to find it predictively missing from the cannon or porta potty... and I was bummed.
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| the spot where I laid down my purse behind the cannon |
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| the spot when we noticed it wasn't in my hand |
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| Jon and Rudee waiting outside of the information office while I inquired about my purse |
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On the walk back to the car we caught this cool performance, but left early feeling guilty because we had no money to tip
Jon cheered me up with his awesome attitude... even knowing that since I was out of pocket he would have to pay for everything for the rest of the trip until we were home. He even bought us a consolation local beer before heading back toward the car, and we talked about cutting our trip short. I even said we could now go straight to Jon's flatland contest in Pennsylvania, instead of Acadia, and accidentally got him excited.
people watching while having our beer...
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| the stairs we climbed to get into the old city |
We got in the car and started heading out of the city, and just as we were ending our conversation about an awesome flatland riding couple we had met from Hamilton, Ontario (Adam and Rebecca Pergentile), I checked my voicemail to hear that someone had found and returned my purse to a local hotel! The strange thing was... the couple was from Hamilton too!
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| a cute little scene I passed while looking for the hotel |
While waiting for my purse at the fabulous Chateau Frontenac Hotel , I read about the ambassador dog Santol, adopted by the hotel to greet guests because of his kind attitude! Here's the story if you want to see: http://www.fairmont.com/frontenac/MeetSantol.htm Nothing at all was missing from the contents of my purse luckily and thankfully, so we continued our plans for the rest of the trip, toward Acadia National Park.
We passed two Moose on the road that night in Maine in the blackness of the night. I caught a glimpse of the enormous animals and Jon recognized an adult and baby standing beside the road. We had seen signs everywhere, warning about them, but still thought we'd never see one - turns out they're very common and cause lots of traffic fatalities...
We stopped at a travel lodge around 11:00pm to stay the night, and ate a wonderfully cheap and awesome breakfast at the North Country Variety the next morning before heading out to Acadia.
A photo stops on the way and these were right beside each other, one for me...
and one for Jon...
Once in Acadia , we found a sweet little, private as it could be, camp spot at Seawall Campground
and tried to take it easy, as Jon was having to waddle around with poison ivy thighs.
Literally every person we encountered was very friendly and laid back, and very pet friendly. We rode across the street from the camp site on our bikes immediately to the beach of rocks to read, take photos, and relax in the strange and beautiful scenery.
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| she's so happy! |
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| blending right in |
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| a pretty poodle dog |
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| a hummingbird puddle! |
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| sea hair on the shore |
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| gorgeously unusual |
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| a handsome man by the sea |
After spending the day at the beach, we grabbed our red wine and headed to the cliffs near the lighthouse to watch the sunset. Well, a rock stood in front of our view but we enjoyed it anyway and had an excuse to drink wine : )
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| a view of the cliffs near where we were sitting |
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| Rudee was a little overwhelmed, but brave |
That night we cooked baked beans, pork steaks, and yellow rice, with marshmallows for dessert. We toured around a little more the next day around Cadillac Mountain and the Wonderland Trail, ate some clam chowder and headed to Rhode Island.
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| a night walk to the water |
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| view of the Atlantic from Cadillac Mountain |
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| handsome guy sitting on a rock in my view |
If Jon hadn't been suffering from poison ivy in unmentionable areas... I'm sure we would have found some awesome trails for mountain biking, but we drove the car instead.
Jon's fish sandwich
We had a nice visit with Brian and Hillary Chapman for the night,
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| Jon and Brian playing ping pong in the pavillion |
...but we were ready to head home the next day as we had hit our 2 week mark. We took off on the Indian Princess and the Gazelle to find coffee and breakfast
Breakfast at J.P. Spoonems, per Brian's suggestion... mmm mmmmm!!
These two guys were outside of a labor ready recruitment center somewhere in Rhode Island, note the "slacker" shirt
We've discovered we both get home sick at 2 weeks... so we headed home, detouring at the Traveller's Rest Motel and diner for a cheap dinner buffet and a night's stay per Jon's second migraine.
Here we met a man named Pete Seville, who travels around on his patriotically decorated bike
We finally made it home the next day, around 8 hours of driving around Jon's poor itchy legs and migraines, and had a big yellow squash in the garden.
THANKS LORRAINE!!!!!
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