Funny thing about back roads. They always lead you in the most circuitous route to wherever you're going. Makes you feel like hell will freeze over before you get to your destination. In fact, we'd been on the road so long, I was beginning to think Max was taking me to Montreal instead of to the closest car rental establishment. What was my first clue?
Well, besides the sun setting out the left window of the cheese wagon, it was also starting to get colder. A lot colder. And snowier.
Not to mention the fact that the road signs were in both French and English.
Damn! I must have been asleep in the back of the van when we went through customs.
The trees began to thin and I started to notice a few ramshackle buildings where previously there had been none. When we came to a road house that looked like it might have a clean bathroom I asked Max to pull over. The bright sign over the door was both a welcome and, (at the same time,) a discouraging sight.
Yes, we were definitely in Quebec.
To be continued...
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