It was the tenth anniversary of the night we met. So we rented a car and followed the St. Lawrence Eastward to the sea. We were greeted by seals. And increasingly salty, widening waters. And stunning rocks. And light. And sunsets. And by Quebeqouis beers. And an infinite number of milkshakes and french fries ordered from roadside stands in a vegetarian-unfriendly land made moreso by our inability to speak the language. There was much giggling, through every exchange.And there were 3400 K, in four-point-five days. A motel with the most lovely early-70's decor. Two campsites. And a night spent on a long haul (courtesy of the flat we got on the beautiful logging road we detoured onto), napping, and waking up on the outskirts of Quebec city. Brunch and bagels (& a parking ticket!) in Mtl. And a straight drive home.
Equal parts relieved to no longer be in the car, and itching to go again.Impromptu vacations are the best kind.