Red rock outcrop in back of parking lot in Sudbury
I continued on my way after that nice mid-afternoon meal at the shiny varnished roadhouse. I didn't actually reach Ottawa until almost 7:00 to my surprise. Then the sudden choices began quickly presenting themselves. Before long I was in rapid fire freeway traffic and the good old 17 east signs just didn't appear any more. So each time I had a choice it had to be rapid fire. Ottawa is obviously the biggest city in Canada that I've tried to make my way through or around. Usually their choice — not mine. I just hated those quick baseless decisions and decided to follow a high profile semi truck since I figured most of them are taking the trans con…. but he was traveling so fast I finally lost him and had to make a few more decisions until it said Montreal — right, Quebec —left. Well, I went for left.
It seemed as if I drove through one suburban center after another. Once I saw a sign for 417. Well, at least the 17 was in there somewhere I thought. Small encouragement because that soon also went by the wayside. I must have driven 30 km before I finally saw the little 17 with the maple leaf again. I screeched with joy. I was so sure I was on a wild, misjudged pathway and was only making my decisions and judging them mostly by whether they headed me in an easterly direction. Can't get the girl scout hiking counselor out of me. Then three times I saw a glimmer of a sign for a campground but went by before I could see where or which direction. Non appeared. I finally had to stop and let Bobby pee and collect my wits. Soon after that I was going through a little village and saw a nice looking small motel and when I got closer I saw the magic words "truckers and RVs welcome. WELCOME!!!!!! Oh, my guardian angel, thank you.
I drove in and rang the bell of the office. It was 8:30 by that time. A nice youngish man opened the door and he verified that "no we don't allow pets in the rooms." Well, do you really have sites for RVs I said. Yes. Do you need electricity and water? Yes, please, Well that will be twelve dollars. Then we talked about my problems tomorrow of getting around Montreal and he showed me a map and told me about a toll road that skirts around the city and saves a huge amount of trouble and time. I'm all for that. You know me and big cities. At least when I have to make sure Bobby can have shade if I stop. When I went to pay him I said, surely you don't mean $12? Yes, unless you'd like to have some breakfast. That would be $5 more. He showed me where I could hook up practically in front of the motel — very convenient and safely tucked into a courtyard. Sometimes I really do feel that I have a guardian angel. I'm safely ensconced in my little house with the shades all down and every thing but the wifi. He gave me a password but after I had hooked up I couldn't find the little piece of paper and I didn't have the heart to go back and disturb him. So I'm writing this and will ask for it again tomorrow morning during the breakfast. I think this will be my first breakfast out except when I was with Martha and again when I was with Lolli and Lisa. Bit of a luxury but, Yes!
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