After our couple days in Nova Scotia, we needed to cover some distance, so Wednesday was a long day of driving. Before hitting the road, we sauntered into the mall that we had stayed at. Wal Mart was one store in the mall, which is why we felt comfortable parking there, but there were fifty or more other stores. Most of them were women's clothing stores or shoe stores. Ashleigh did a little window shopping, but I did not need either women's clothing or shoes. We left emptyhanded.
We also spoke to a local French Canadian man who was parked next to us in his big RV. Ashleigh spoke in French which was good enough for him to understand and respond to, but his French was mostly too advanced for her to make out. His English was mediocre, so the whole interaction was strained, but we got some good travel tips for the upcoming couple days. As we finally got on the road Ashleigh said, exasperated, that she had heard four year old children speaking in French with a vocabulary and fluency far exceeding her own. Ashleigh studied French for ten years.
Our long day of driving had one notable fun stop, in Edmunston. I don't even remember why we got off the highway and drove into town, but when we arrived we found a cute little city. We parked on the street and as soon as we got out we heard live rock and roll music coming from a community concert around the corner. Most of the songs were classic American rock songs, so the lyrics were some of the only English we heard. We could look south across Saint Johns River to Maine, a mere hundred or so meters over a bridge. We didn't cross over, but we did stop in a bar for a drink, where I sampled the local Pump House label blueberry beer, which was pretty good. I had two. Ashleigh also had two drinks: Shirly Temples. The bartenders were very friendly.
From there we covered some more miles then stopped in a Wal Mart about an hour outside of Quebec, where we wanted to go in the morning. This particular Wal Mart parking lot is distinguished because there were more RVs there than at any other Wal Mart we have stayed at, by quite a bit. I counted about thirty, but didn't go around to do an exact count. Usually there are between three and maybe ten campers. Ten is a lot, so to see a village of thirty vehicles was surprising. As usual, Ashleigh whipped up a delicious dinner on the stove as I readied the camper for the nite. We slept, and by the time we woke up, most of the motor homes had already left that crowded Wal Mart lot. We bought some supplies in the store and got on the road to Quebec.
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