the_busman_chronicles

me and my shadow

categories: edmundston or bust

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Yesterday we drove back to Tremblant with our friends and went on the luge run. It was wicked fun. Chris is Mr. Danger, while Julia is more Ms. Control. Both of us had super fun though, and Alex watched from the bottom in wonderment. It was pretty cool to have our little green Nansen ski run turned into something even more fun in the summer. We got some dinner on at the Diable pub, and then headed home for Racoonville, aka Mount Tremblant Provincial Park, some 70k away from the resort. We had moved the bus back away from the trees, and strategically angled the awning, thinking that we had the racoon problem under control…Ā
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Hours later, Julia was awakened by a crazy racoon trying to climb in the louvre windows. He was clawing at the screen, trying to squeeze his body between the panes of glass. She simultaneously woke up Chris and started to shut the window, with the racoon was still hanging on with his paws getting stuck in the louvres. We finally started hitting against the screen, and he scurried off of the bus. How the the racoons got onto the bus is another thing all together, it seems that racoons can climb across any surface, even vintage green vertical metal - lucky the paint job on the bus is nothing to write home about. Ā
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We got a relatively early start the next day, and headed off for Trois-Rivieres, where we would cross the St. Lawrence, in our pursuit of Frontenac National Park. Trois Rivieres, it seems, is the marijuana capital of the east. It’s quite possible that there is only ONE river here, but that everyone just thinks there are three. People walking, driving, biking, working, they were all smoking pot. We had a nice lunch, and then headed out for the rest of our drive.Ā
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Poor Alex, he didn’t know that we would be in the car that long, but he was pretty great, by the time we pulled into the campground, it was 6:30 and he wanted to run around. So he tooled around with his flashlight and dad’s 30 lb axe while we set up camp. Afterwards we walked to get some water, and Chris held the flashlight behind Alex, the resulting shadow resembled that of an an alien,straight out of Area 51. Alex was amazed. We think this is the first shadow he registered in his growing brain. He bent down to touch it, but was confused as it changed shape. This little game continued for a few minutes of our walk. It was pretty cool to watch. Ā
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Frontenac National Park rocks. Tonight we’re the only campers in the park, so it’s totally peaceful, though Julia thinks it’s a little creepy. It’s been recently upgraded or something, as all of the camping pads are new black gravel, and the new washrooms and showers are the BEST we’ve ever seen in our adventures east and west in Canada. Julia has a whole ranking system for camp washrooms, the washrooms at Buses of the Corn are the benchmark for the lowest of the low, and now, Frontenac’s facilities take the prize for best of the best. We’re hoping for no visitors tonight. Ā
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