8:38 p.m.

We left at about 6:00 a.m. from Kitchener, taking the 401 all the way to the Quebec border (where it becomes Highway #20). Helen made sandwiches which we ate at a picnic area near Kingston at around 12:00 noon. We filled up once at Kingston, where we also stopped for lunch—egg salad sandwiches and juice, and a second cup of Tim Horton’s coffee. Driving through Montreal was dicey, over freeways through the industrial sections, hopping from 20 to 520 then to 40, then to 138. Hwy. 138 took us along the coast of the St. Lawrence. We expected scenery more like the 401 past Kingston, but, in fact, it was mostly small cottages jammed up between the road and the shoreline and commercial districts, and everyone seemed to be having a garage sale. It was odd that most garage sales seemed to be in full fling, even though it was late in the day.

About 20 minutes before Trois Riviere, at about 5:30 p.m., we saw a sign for a private camp ground called "Camping du Vieux Moulin". I thought we were going to camp near Trois Riviere, but a sign came up indicating a camp ground so Helen said "Let’s go there." Paul says I didn’t have to turn off if I didn’t want to. Anyway, our hearts sank as we drove up to the grounds. It was basically a farmer’s field, nicely mown, with hardly any trees or water near by, except a small river and a small pond created by a dam. The woman at the gate did not speak English so we had to stumble about verbally until we indicated no hydro and one night. We paid $19.00 and drove up to the open field to find our site number.

For supper, we had hot dogs and Habitant pea soup. Neither sat well in my stomach. The kids complained about how ugly the place was and how there was nothing to do. In fact, the place was rather pretty, for an open field.

After eating dinner, we walked to the little store by the swimming pool and ordered "quatre drum sticks" in French. Paul helped out a little but I found my basic high school French was adequate. It was interesting that neither of the people we have talked to so far seemed to make any effort, really, to speak English, though the girl at the counter of the little store said "thank you" after we purchased our "glace" and drumsticks.

Paul is videotaping around the campsite. We decided not to waste time or money on a campfire. We decided to hit the sack early and then see if we can make the Bay of Fundy by late afternoon tomorrow. Paul says we should have a satellite dish and a vacation cam and upload pictures and text to our web page on a daily basis.