Rachael started her day before the rest of us. Her mission was to make about 50 dozen Lemon Poppy seed cookies to sell at a local farmers’ market to augment Brooke’s Cora Ball salary after loosing government funding from the Trump cuts.

The rest of us woke up, ate breakfast, and began the process of breaking camp.  This would be our first time with the new tow bar, and the first time driving Khan after 3 days.

Scott had left the elbow from the sewer hose behind in the campground in Bridgton, and we haven’t dumped our black and gray water tanks since then.  When we discovered this around the time we arrived in Granville, VT with Rachael and James, we ordered one on Amazon that was supposed to be delivered on Thursday.  However, UPS took another day and we did not want to wait for it.  So Scott filled out the return paperwork and Rachael agreed to drop it off at the UPS store on Saturday when she would be there anyway.  Scott thought that the Walmart in Burlington would have a similar part and Burlington’s Walmart was on the way to Alburgh, our next campground.

We stopped at the Walmart and Scott found the part.  While not exactly the part he wanted and ordered from Amazon, it would do.  We figured while we were there we would pick up bananas, fruit, and a plastic soap dish.  Apparently, while these are all things that you can get at a Walmart Supercenter, they are all things that you can not get at a regular Walmart.  Oh well…

We were going to arrive a the campground around 4PM, at Tom – always anxious to fill out as many provinces in https://www.owgrv.site/?page_id=356 as possible, suggested that we cross into Quebec for dinner and cross off that province.

Wait – some of our readers might ask – isn’t it cheating if we don’t bring Khan and stay at least one night?  Tom looked up the rules (which he writes,) and says that as long as all of the OWGRV participants on the trip enter a state or province together, that counts.

Quebec was the first foreign-language-speaking area we had been to.

Not only were all the signs in French, but half of the people in the restaurant (less than 15 minutes from the border crossing) clearly had trouble with English.  And the menu was only in French.  But the overworked bartender/waiter (for us), spoke English well, was very pleasant and answered our questions.  The food was OK, plentiful, and at a exchange rate of $1.40 Canadian to $1.00 US very cheap.  Scott had French Onion Soup since he thought he should get something French, and it was OK and he supposed authentic.

Crossing the border into Canada was fairly easy, but the agent at the pretty deserted outpost was confused about why anyone would go into Canada just for dinner.  When we crossed back, the US CPB (Customs and Border Patrol) agent was even more confused, but we convinced him we were just quirky and not smuggling anything, so he flagged us through.

Now emailing, blogging, and bed…