On Saturday after leaving the funeral reception, Lac Saint-Jean, and taking some last photos of the valley from the road, I told Georges I was driving and he had to hitch hike back to Quebec City. He stood there with his thumb out and I told him NOBODY would pick him up unless he made a bit more effort.
"C’mon," I yelled. "Show some leg!"
So he did!
(I think his mouth is full of cherries here. He beat his own record of holding 62 pits in his mouth at one time — I counted 67 that he spit out one by one while driving. If you see a sudden growth of cherry trees by the side of Highway 175, you’ll know why.)
It’s slow going, but the Quebec City road trip album in Flickr is coming together. 22 DSLR pics and 1 video thus far, plus 10 crappy cameraphone pics:
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You meet such fascinating people Gail, and it’s such a joy to meet them vicariously through you
Quebec is so distinctive! I love it!
Fancy: Georges is one of those people who can restore a flagging faith in humanity, he’s really a gem!
Monica: I loved my time in Quebec! I knew I would, it was just a matter of going.