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... speaking province. All the road signs are in French (no English) and looked nothing like the road signs we've become familiar with in France.
The further we drove the heavier the snow was getting and the outside temperature is now 28 degrees Fahrenheit, enough for the water on the highway to freeze and that was a bit worrying.
By the time we were on the outskirts of Quebec the snow is starting to get much heavier and visibility a few hundred metres.
Next stop ...
... whole thing and did what I would have probably done. She said the heck with it and just got on the bus back to the Inn.
Now as this is my last post I will leave you with some quotes from Kelly that I thought summed it all up. I hope we meet on the slopes again.
Waitress: "Would you like cake with buttercream frosting?"
Kelly: "I'll try anything once."
Me: "Kelly, want is your secret to living to 90?"
Kelly: "Just have to keep ...
... complicated operating the chair lifts in that area. Today, however, was a new day.
We did one fast cruiser that runs underneath the main chair which was prime time corduroy that hadn't been touched yet, then made our way to the Aurora and Jordan peaks (the ones closed on Monday).
From the top of the Jordan peak we could see Mount Washington. It was quite beautiful despite the ...
... me. Not only because I believe in the mission of Road Scholar and have the privilege of spending my week with riders up to age 90, but because I am sharing this time with my father, 58, who is on his first Road Scholar program.
With the passing of his mother, my grandmother, about two weeks ago, there is no other place that I would rather be than right here with him enjoying a sport he has been a part of for over 40 years. Not only are ...
... babbled something in such a gruff New England drawl that neither of us knew what was being shouted and what was going on. It seemed to take forever for our carriage to roll by what was obviously some kind of show being put on for the passengers. It consisted of a bearded hobo jumping up and down, shouting at us (we still have no idea what he was doing nor why he was there). As if this wasn't enough, he jumped into a car that looked 100 years ...