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The coloured leaves are fantastic. Their beauty makes driving a real pleasure. There are so many different combinations that occur—yellow and green; red, green and yellow; yellow and orange then maybe add green and then some red. The extent of it is for kilometers and up one hill and down into the next valley which has its own sets of colours.

We have said adieu to the St. Lawrence and tonight we are camping 3 kilometers from the Restigouche River which is a wide river. This river will flow into the Gulf of St. Lawrence below the Gaspe Peninsula and is the border between Quebec and New Brunswick. Apparently all New Brunswick information kiosks have wireless internet. Dave Cousins gave us that data when we met him and Lynn inside the Chateau Frontenac in Quebec City. One has to believe in chance after an encounter of this nature.

We drove the south side of the St. Lawrence today and moved inland at Rimouski. The fishing boats are up on blocks so that they will not freeze into the river. It is hunting season and we saw two moose that did not get away. Does anyone you know really need to hunt to survive?
Thanks for the e-mails.

So many of the towns are linear—houses on each side of the highway and maybe a second street on one side of the highway. Sometimes the traffic does not have to slow below the posted speed of 90 kmh. Other times vehicles must slow to 70 and only 50 if the town is larger.

I love the red roofs and the different style of roofs which feature a curve up as the roof reaches the eaves. There are not so many maisons with the mansard style of roof any more. That is an elegant roof style. The barns if two stories have a driveway up to the second story. This is done either by using wood or just filling in the spaced with dirt. We have seen some very old creaky barns with spiffy new red galvanized lids.

Obviously colder today. The sun came out around noon. There was a wicked breeze on the St. Lawrence side of the peninsula—white caps. No such breeze once we escaped over the first hill enroute to Campbelton in New B or Newbee, but that’s tomorrow’s tale.