Well, the luggage compartments certainly didn't get any bigger over the previous day.
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PS15j - The Way Back
(All photos by William Matheson)
Well, the luggage compartments certainly didn't get any bigger over
the previous day.
Not a lot went on during the dark trip out of Québec (Autoroutes 410, 10/55, 55, 20/55, 20, Route 185) besides sleep. If that had been all there was, I would have gladly accepted, but unfortunately most of us also had to endure the process of getting sick. In addition to the cold I would have by Monday morning, I had to endure what I will call digestive trouble from Dégelis until I finally reached the Science Building's 5th floor men's washroom back at Saint Mary's and dealt with it. The trip was simply agony. New Brunswick, for such a tiny province, has no business taking 515 kilometres / five hours to drive through. But you become impressed with its sheer size, and how it could eat the rest of the Maritimes for breakfast.
(Boy, I thought Cape Breton roads were bad...)
We stopped in Dégelis again for breakfast. Here's something I wrote
concerning our first stop in Dégelis:
We made an additional stop in Dégelis, at another Big Stop located just a tiptoe across the New Brunswick border into Québec. The station was so laughably close to New Brunswick that it might as well have been in New Brunswick, and that was apparently the intent – and entering the station you will see why. Québec gas stations, corner stores, and grocery stores, many open twenty-four hours a day, have one thing that Nova Scotia stations and stores do not, namely: booze. Furthermore, the drinking age is merely 18 (the lowest east of Manitoba), and upon that thought I had another thought that made me realize why the “Québec Trip” that many of my high school peers went on was so popular, and why the school handbook went out of its way to mention that it was “not a school-sponsored trip.” In fact, it was ruled that any Student Councilors going on the trip would be removed from office. I protested this on the grounds that it was our own bloody business what we did during our March Breaks, but Ms. MacKenzie, the Staff Adviser, wouldn’t listen to my argument on the grounds that since I obviously wasn’t going, it wasn’t any of my bloody business what the Office decreed proper behavior. (She even went so far as to give Councilors a hard time about going to Québec at all, even if they didn’t purchase tickets from the tour people who came to the school and set up a network of students selling tickets to each other.) So much for principles and individual rights.
Lyndsay suggested I take these pictures - I was way ahead of her, but
I appreciated the thought.
The Fall scenery in Northern New Brunswick was spectacular. Unfortunately, I just couldn't bring myself to take photos from the moving bus. There were a few places where I would have stopped were I driving a car. I guess there'll always be my Honeymoon. I'd like to drive across Canada; I hope she turns out to be the patient type. =)
I liked this one so much I ordered a 5x7 reprint. It's just too bad
that she was stirring in her sleep; so she doesn't look as much at peace
as she would ideally. Then again, she was getting sick too. See
the high-res version of this picture.
Craig, you rule, man. See you on the Vanier Cup trip. See
the high-res version of this picture.
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