Long haul to Montreal
Trip Start Jun 16, 2012
26Trip End Jun 23, 2012
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I checked out of the hotel, got gas and some bottled water and was on the road to Drummondville/Montreal by 7 AM Thursday morning. I had a little over 700 kilometers to travel to my next hotel reservation, a distance I knew I could cover in one day without problems. It was cold that morning as I left, and I made sure to bundle up with whatever extra layers I had as I headed north on Highway #2
Heading north, the scenery changed a bit. Not so much agriculture and farming and more forests and trees. Traffic again was light, almost non-existent. That was one of the things I liked on my trip through Canada: little to no traffic, at least out in the boonies.
I had to chuckle as I was riding because I kept seeing signs saying "Kings Landing." It made me think of the HBO series "Game of Thrones" and I kept myself occupied thinking about the show and the characters and how the plot lines in the next season might unfold. Further on, I passed the sign to Houlton, Maine on US I-95 and kept going.
Around Perth-Andover I started feeling a little sleepy. Probably a combination of the hard ride the day before, the food poisoning the day before that, and all of the fresh air and cool weather I was experiencing right then. I decided I would stop for gas even though I didn't really need it just so I could take a break and wake up a bit
I got gas and then on the spur of the moment decided to have breakfast. I went into the truck stop's diner and sat down. The place was basically empty...it was only me and one other table. The waitress came over and took my order, which was the "Omelette with it All". You can't beat a name like that! She asked me if I wanted homemade raisin-wheat toast and I said "absolutely!" When the food came my jaw just about dropped on the floor! It had to be the best looking breakfast I had ever seen, or at least the best roadtrip breakfast I had ever seen. A giant omelette, bacon, home fries and thick slices of that homemade raisin bread toast. YUM. I dove in and it was better than I had hoped. I was hungry and I made quick work of that breakfast. It was a good thing I was alone because if anyone had been near me they probably would have lost a finger or two. It was absolutely delicious and absolutely what I needed.
Belly full and waiting for the check, I used the truck stop's WiFi to get a map update and send a couple emails to update friends and family on my progress and my destination. After paying the bill and leaving the tip, I made my way back out to Hogzilla and headed back north on Highway 2. My goal was Quebec Route 20 which I would take into Drummondville.