Just another day of watching the scenery slide by
Talk about goal directed. We skipped the free breakfast in the hotel lobby and went straight for go. Down the highway, into the rising sun. Only at this time of the year can you drive straight south with the sun in your eyes…
But we did give in, for a McDo meal before turning left (east). The meal would come back to exact a toll, later in the afternoon. Roads were clear, but every so often we’d spot a large truck stuck, mid-meridien. Almost as if an urge to surf had taken over the driver’s good sense. Out of six trucks, only one had its wheels in the air, but the others require a lot of help before getting free. Several times, traffic (in the other direction, thankfully) was backed up for kilometers while tow crews tried to get the supply stream moving again.
A long lunch in Cornwall, and then pretty much non-stop to home… except for that toll I mentioned. Some highway restrooms may be a vector for dysentery or cholera… cheap breakfast with a heavy price. Traffic across Montreal was sluggish, but I believe that happens even on fine summer afternoons.
At home, same old, same old. Shovel snow to park the car. Accept the fifteen cent differential as the contribution of the average citizen for our fine road system (only jesting). We dropped son #2 and his cargo before rather than after the shovel games (an extra pair of arms would have been a bonus).
And with that, roadtrip 2012 is over. Two thousand kilometers in the last few days, which means that an oil change is now a requirement rather than a good idea.
