The trailer starts to get squirrelly much over 110, so I set the cruise at 105 (65 to us yanks), camp out in the right lane, and watch the world pass me by.
This was my first time going through Québec. I kind of dig their dedication to principles. I met an Albertan couple on a previous vacation and they were telling us about the referendum I “wished” them luck, but if the Québécois couldn’t do it…
The border crossing guy seemed to not believe we weren’t transporting firearms, but still decided not to search the vehicles. One of the dangers of traveling with your bedroom is that you tend to roll out of bed and just start driving. I realized my bed head hair was sticking up like Guy Fieri’s, coupled with my full beard, I probably wouldn’t have believed me either.