Ok, I was Hasty

The novelty of blog posting has worn off for Smoke when he figured out it is a bit of a chore after a long day of wearing the tread of a set of Metzlers, so it again falls to my lot. As I type this he is in bed making sleep sounds suggestive of a 42cc Husqvarna chain saw with the 36in. bar. ( And he denies snoring.) I have not posted since we left Baie Commeau and in my last post after coming off the translabrador highway I was bemoaning the fact that the adventure part of this journey was at an end and we might as well be superslabbing on Goldwings from here home. Well , I was hasty in my conclusions. Seeing the countryside from an asphalted surface can be quite satisfyng, even when it is not threatening to stick your face in the dirt. I was just in a bad humor the other night. I had terrrible helmet hair and could not do a thing with it, and I was still chafing at the French for refusing to include a bit of English on their road signs. I'm better now after 2 days of really good plain touring touring. The road from Baie Commeau to Quebec City was past beautiful countryside and other than being somewhat heavily trafficed was a ball. Quebec City I probably could have done without. No question it's a very interesting place and I enjoyed my 12 dollar salad in the little sidewalk cafe in the old city section,but the place was crowded to a fault. When we tried to find our way out of Quebec City, we became entangled in heavy traffic and were imprisoned on 5mph 4 lanes for a good 10 miles. At that point Smoke and I became separated from Beaver and we did not rejoin for another 150 miles. Headed south to the closest border crossing we could locate on the map.and near the end of the day settled in Newport, Vermont in the good old US of A.....Glory!...boog