Montreal on Friday

Blues skies and mid 70’s have been with us for a few days now and it sure is a welcome change from all the rain at the beginning of this trip. All of the other Canadian provinces we have traveled have been primarily English speaking with French as a second language. Well Quebec is all French, no English, which gives us some tentative moments (at 100 KM per hour) figuring out what the roadside warning signs are trying to tell us. We dropped the trailer at a campsite just south and ventured into the city on a scouting trip. The traffic signals there were more of a mystery with things like flashing green lights I hadn’t seen before and the whole place is filled with adrenalin pumped drivers trained in Boston and all on some life saving emergency mission. Yikes. Plus I think the Florida license plate identifies us as prey. On our way back out of the city we joined the throngs in the 5pm exodus. At least the pace had slowed down but leave 6 inches between you and the car in front and someone will immediately fill that void. Our plan for tomorrow is park the truck and use mass transit.