Today we traveled all the way from just west of Trois Riviere to Fundy National Park. We stayed on the north bank of the St. Lawrence until Quebec City and then crossed a large bridge to the south side. We stopped for coffee and donuts at a Tim Hortons at Riviere de loup, which was another pretty town, located right on the St. Lawrence where we turned south on highway 185 to go through News Brunswick. I managed to order a decaffienated coffee "avec crème" and a regular coffee "avec sucre, sans crème" with my pigeon French, and several bagels, which make a great lunch-time filler.

At lunch time, we stopped at a beautiful town on a lake, Lac de Notre Dame, and ate sandwiches at a picnic table at a park right on the water.

The drive was magnificent, along the Saint John River Valley. The highway was mostly two lane with many three-lane sections going up steeper grades to allow passing. We stopped at Sussex for dinner at McDonalds. We all had several burgers and Paul had vegeterian pizza, coming to a total of $38. Then we picked up a coffee and cruised down a winding, narrow road for the last two hours all the way to Fundy Park.

The kids were very patient throughout the long drive, though we were on the road for 14 hours. It was quite a long drive from the main road to Fundy Park itself, at least, from the north, through scrub with the occasional dilapidated house. The park itself is similar to Killbear or Algonquin, full of wilds, with isolated campgrounds well into the interior. There are numerous small lakes and beautiful clear rivers. We got campsite #93 at the Wolfe’s Point area, which drew mixed reviews from the family, but since we arrived at 9:00 p.m., we had very little choice—we didn’t have much time to go around.

Later that night a camp attendant came around, concerned about our three tents on the site (only two are allowed). She told us that since it was all family, there was no problem. Then she proceeded to tell us all about her family and the people who stock firewood in the camp and how she almost hit a moose in Newfoundland, her home, and what an incredible mess a moose makes when you hit one with a car and how they usually lose both the moose and the driver, and so on and so on.

We got to bed arouind 12:00 midnight. I slept in the truck so Helen, who couldn’t find her ear plugs, didn’t have to put up with my snoring.