The Wanderings of busman7

Saturday morning after pigging out on the free Brekky at http://hamptoninn3hilton.com/en/hotels/ontario/hampton-inn-by-hilton-napanee-ONTNPHX/index.html , where I slept in Canada for the very last time (YEAH!), did the circle check on the Scout, fluids all up, the oil leak from the rear main seal on the engine has dried up but the right rear tire is darn near flat. (shit!) However there’s a Wally-mart next door, drive over & yup the shop is open, a couple hrs later we’re mobile again.

While waiting, losing time again, I decide to just bail for Richford  & forget about visiting so seeing Bob is out, he’s likely down in QC by now anyway (or so I thought) Danika is too far off route for the time I have & cousin is likely gone for the weekend.

On the road again, they just had to beak the tire down, clean up the rim & put it back together again. We (the Scout & I) hit the 401 heading eastbound & down, do to the late start & all the displaced Quebeckers heading home for the weekend I decided the sane thing  to do would be to skip Montreal with all it’s crazy Frenchmen, cross the http://www.sibcr.ca   the bridge at Cornwall & head straight to   http://thecrossingvt.com

An uneventful drive to Cornwall, Scout ran like a dream, typical IH fuel gauge not working properly after the 1/2 mark though, no biggie. At the bridge it became evident that 1/2 the population of eastern ON was heading stateside, took an hour to get across the bridge where US customs was a breeze with courteous officers, night n day compared to the CBSA a$$holes entering Canada.

A few minutes from the bridge we were on reserve lands complete with casinos & cheap gas (the main reason for all the bridge traffic) a fill up of both Scout & myself (in US so cheaper food to) we’re eastbound once more, on the south side of the river’s scenic New York state two lane roads, heading for http://www.rousespointny.com    and the border of Vermont, back in familiar road running territory from back in the day. From there it’s only a couple hours on Vermont’s twisting country roads that haven’t changed since we were kids going to the drive-in movies (horrid immoral things banned in Quebec back in the day) until I’m in Richford  http://www.richfordvt.com where my room, a good meal & a cold beer await, at The Crossing.

13 is a lucky number after all.

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